Friday, November 3, 2006

Proust's pharmacy

[W]e can find everything in our memory: it is a kind of pharmacy or chemical laboratory, where one's hand may fall at any moment on a sedative drug or a dangerous poison.
Marcel Proust, The Prisoner, translated by Carol Clark (London: Penguin, 2003), 361

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comments: 1

David said...

Fantastic. A memory pharmacy is a much more interesting metaphor than a memory palace. ; )