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Saturday, January 20, 2018

My Years With Proust - Day 726

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   Thus it was that I envisaged the task before me, a task which would not end until I had achieved what I had so ardently desired in my w...
Friday, January 19, 2018

My Years With Proust - Day 725

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   The idea of Time was of value to me for yet another reason: it was a spur, it told me that it was time to begin if I wished to attain t...
Thursday, January 18, 2018

My Years With Proust - Day 724

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   I saw Gilberte coming across the room towards me.  For me the marriage of Saint-Loup and the thoughts which filled my mind at that date...
Wednesday, January 17, 2018

My Years With Proust - Day 723

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   I have said that it would be impossible to depict our relationship with anyone whom we have even slightly known without passing in revi...
Tuesday, January 16, 2018

My Years With Proust - Day 722

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Certainly, if he was thinking purely of the human heart, the poet was right when he spoke of the "mysterious threads" which are ...
Monday, January 15, 2018

My Years With Proust - Day 721

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"Perhaps I shouldn't say it, because after all she is my niece and I have no absolute proof that she was unfaithful to him, but t...
Sunday, January 14, 2018

My Years With Proust - Day 720

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"The truth is," she went on with a melancholy air, "that I have spent my life in cloistered seclusion because my great love...
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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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