In Search of Lost Time
I longed not to tear off her dress and see her body, but to see through her body to the whole note-book of her memories and plans for further, ardent lovers’ meetings. The Prisoner
End of History Illusion
“We constantly strive to give our life its form, but by copying,in spite of ourselves, like a drawing, the features of the person we are, not the person we should like to be.” The Guermantes Way Today I read in the NYTimes about a psychological study that made me reflect on that sentence from …
Old Photographs
I recently went through boxes of old photos. Sometimes a photograph, instead of being a mere snapshot of a past event, perfectly captures the memory of time past. Marina di Pietra Santa, 1980s.
Reading Proust
I’m currently on the third volume of In Search of Lost Time (Remembrance of Things Past). I love the surprising ways I can identify with this guy. For example take this passage: “I was merely the instrument of habits of not working, of not going to bed, of not sleeping, which had to fulfill themselves …