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Saturday, November 18, 2017

Discography Year Two - Week 11

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Welcome to Week 11 of the second year of our Discography music discussion. I have nothing profound to add (as if I ever do) other than to w...
Friday, November 17, 2017

My Years With Proust - Day 650

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   I saw a good deal of Gilberte at this time, as it happened, having renewed my friendship with her for our life, in the long run, is not...
Thursday, November 16, 2017

My Years With Proust - Day 649

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Everything that seems to us imperishable tends towards decay; a position in society, like anything else, is not created once and for all, b...
Wednesday, November 15, 2017

My Years With Proust - Day 648

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At first I saw watching her, as she read it with an air of astonishment, then raised her head, her eyes seeming to come to rest upon a suc...
Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Father

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Well, not my father.  The other day one of my more clinically insane student, Anthony, took a detour on his Velazquez-Picasso project prese...

My Years With Proust - Day 647

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Sometimes a vague landmark which I seemed to recognise led me to suppose that I was about to see appear, in its seclusion, solitude and si...

My Years With Proust - Day 646

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   On returning to the hotel I would meet young women, mainly Austrians, who came to Venice to spend the first fine days of this flowerles...
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Gary Scudder
Burlington, Vermont, United States
As Lucinda Williams reminds us: "In the silence of the roses Words fell"
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