Love is like a cigarette. You know you held my heart aglow between your fingertips. And just like a cigarette, I never knew the thrill of life until I touched your lips. Then just like a cigarette, love seemed to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret. Then with a flip of your fingertip, it was easy for you to forget. Oh, love is like a cigarette."Love Is Like a Cigarette," Richard Jerome and Walter Kent, 1936 (transcribed from the 1936 Duke Ellington recording, with singer Ivie Anderson)
Seventeen years ago today, I smoked my last cigarette.
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comments: 5
OK, after the Lombardo translations - I've just splurged on both the Iliad and Odyssey - you've convinced me finally to tackle Proust after a gap of at least a quarter century.
Wow! The number of people I know who are reading or thinking of reading Proust keeps growing. I just heard from a former student who's going to get Swann's Way.
How far did you get last time, Lee? The Guermantes Way (3) was tough going for me for a while. Now I'm getting close to the end of Sodom and Gomorrah (4).
Shame-faced: only Du Côté de Chez Swann in French, when studying in Paris.
Also, apologies - now I see I've commented in the wrong place.
I'm planning to stumble through at least some of the original at some point. I have a friend (who is not French) who's reading the French, just a little every day. Are you going to go at it in French again?
French, but with a good English translation as prop. My French is not what it used to be. Otherwise, I'll be buried with the uncut pages...
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