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I Can't Remember To Forget You: Proust and the Mother of All Descriptive Novels

Description. It doesn’t come easily to me. Other writers have spoken about this–there seems to be a definite divide among writers: some agonize over dialogue, while others have trouble with description. 1,223 more words

Writing

Quotes Ep. 5 Marcel Proust

“Thus our heart changes, in life, and it is the worst pain; but we know it only through reading, through our imagination: in reality it changes, as certain natural phenomena occur, slowly enough so that, if we are able to observe successively each of its different states, in return we are spared the actual sensation of change.”

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Essays

Romance ain't dead - it just ain't found in the shops

Love is in the air – not really it is just that time for consumerism to get its greedy little hands on people who think spending money on total crap equals romance. 52 more words

Music

My fifth week of Proust

My most momentous week of Proust.

The work isn’t bogging down as much. There’s much more of a flow to the work, but it still stifles at times due to his verbosity and strange sentence construction (which I’m now convinced are Proust’s doing and not the translators’). 163 more words

MEEHU, A Personal Blog, The Conclusion

Sunday in the Park With George

 

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May All Your Mondays Be Like This

            I was in a park by the Lake in Chicago. If I even knew the park’s name, I don’t think I would tell you. 1,201 more words

My fourth week of Proust

I must say that the second book is moving much more swiftly than the first. This is probably so as the second book is lacking the two opening establishing shots of the first. 129 more words

My second week of Proust

This second week was far more invigorating than the first. One is impelled to wonder if his work was constructed in this manner so that only those willing to trudge through the journey would have the ability to revel in its glory. 319 more words