Saturday, December 12, 2020

"The rhythm of the seasons
and the incidents of daily life“

Sunday, and time for the midday meal, prepared by the family’s cook, Françoise. The family sits at the table, “oppressed by the heat and especially by the meal”:

Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way, trans. Lydia Davis (New York: Viking, 2002).

Françoise’s chocolate custard is still to come.

Related reading
All OCA Proust posts (Pinboard)

comments: 3

Fresca said...

"cream cheese, which I liked very much at one time"

Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping... (You know the Steve Miller Band song?)

Michael Leddy said...

Ehh, my knowledge there is limited to “Some people call me Maurice.”

Michael Leddy said...

Okay, just found it. I recognize the “fly like an eagle” refrain.