Morning approaches. “The brief uncertainty” of waking has faded; the narrator knows what room he is in and has reconstructed it in the dark. Or so he believes.
Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way, trans. Lydia Davis (New York: Viking, 2002).
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I just discovered that I posted the same sentence in 2007 when I first read Proust. Well, a good sentence is a good sentence.
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This sentence too.
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