Two nights ago I dreamed that I met Barack Obama and told him that I was reading Proust. "I respect that," he said. How curious then to find a partial sentence in Proust that seems Obama-like in its optimism:
our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.In 2004, in waking life, I met Barack Obama, before I began reading Proust.
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again, translated by Ian Patterson (London: Penguin, 2003), 344
[The hope-filled title of this post alludes to Jonah Lehrer's Proust Was a Neuroscientist.]
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