It has been raining. The narrator’s friend M. Bloch has arrived for lunch, an hour and a half late and covered in mud. But he has nothing to apologize for:
Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way, trans. Lydia Davis (New York: Viking, 2002).
The narrator’s father draws a conclusion about M. Bloch: “He’s an imbecile.”
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"He's an imbecile." LOL
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