Charles Swann is dying. He speaks to the narrator in a private moment at (yet another) soirée.
Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah, trans. John Sturrock (New York: Penguin, 2005).
A hundred-odd pages into this volume, filled with social jabs and slights, I find Swann’s plainspoken emotion deeply moving. O unnamed narrator, likely named Marcel, you are learning a lot.
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Monday, March 1, 2021
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Thanks--this slots into what I've been thinking about (loving life? or not?).
--Fresca
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