Your narrative, Marcel, has under eighty pages to go. Come, confess, before it’s too late. In the company of all those society folk, at those endless luncheons and soirées, like, say, the one in The Guermantes Way that runs for 132 pages, weren’t you ever bored?
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again, trans. Ian Patterson (London: Penguin, 2003).
Slogs gonna slog. But Proust is still the greatest reading experience I’ve had.
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Sunday, May 2, 2021
A confession
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LOL. I am glad to hear his confession.
It’s amazing tp see the gradual changes in his attitudes toward these people, and the changes in the people themselves.
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