The Daily Proust
A day-by-day, spoonful by spoonful, chronological reading of Marcel Proust's A la recherche du temps perdu, a.k.a. In Search of Lost Time, a.k.a. Remembrance of Things Past -- towering monument of French literature, and the greatest novel ever written. Certainly the greatest 3,000 page novel anyway.


Wednesday, April 16, 2003  

Proust Moment, April 16, 2003

Awake? I am now

Marcel is now disappointingly conscious, with all of material reality back in its fixed and frozen place. It is his mind that is mobile -- racing with thoughts of the past:

"... memory was now set in motion; as a rule I did not attempt to go to sleep again at once, but used to spend the greater part of the night recalling our life in the old days at Combray with my great-aunt, at Balbec, Paris, Doncieres, Venice, and the rest; remembering again all the places and people that I had known, what I had actually seen of them, and what others had told me."

--"Overture," Swann's Way

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