The narrator has heard Mlle. Swann’s mother yell: “Gilberte, come here! What are you doing?” And Gilberte’s name begins to touch everything:
Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way, trans. Lydia Davis (New York: Viking, 2002).
People, a line of work, a neighborhood: I like that wildly disparate series.
Related reading
All OCA Proust posts (Pinboard)
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Items in a series
By
Michael Leddy
at
9:33 AM
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

comments: 0
Post a Comment
I moderate comments to avoid spam. Please be patient. Thanks.