Thursday, January 3, 2008

Proust is for hunters

I heard a branch snap behind me. I closed the book and slowly lowered it between my knees, which made it almost impossible for me to turn and investigate the sound. I was immediately struck by the absurdity of the situation: I was standing 20 feet up a tree in single-digit temperatures reading Proust.

Common sense deer hunting (Michigan Live)
All Proust posts (via Pinboard)

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