Until then, I will dwell on my memories

But it certainly seems true sicuro my experience. And for me, some of the most talented novelists are so wonderful partially because they can capture this phenomenon of chemistry. Consider two great writers I mentioned above, Tolstoy and Austen. Both of them, so different per many ways, are similar durante their ability puro describe how people change durante the presence of other people; how one character brings out snobbishness sopra the protagonist, another coquettishness, and verso third joviality.

Sopra both rappresentazione televisiva and in life, I love preciso see how personalities interact. Why? Because it is this experience that makes me most strongly feel that I am not an island; that I am part of the world of everyone around me, and they are per part of mine. And it is this that I most sorely miss from Proust's perspective, because onesto portray this you need sicuro give up the pensiero that you are just per mind, and embrace the intenzione that you are a affable creature, with as many ‘selves' as aimable worlds you inhabit.

Whew, that felt good. I needed puro get all that off my chest. The truth is, I can criticize Proust until I run out of breath, but I still love this novel. And this elenco is, I think, one of the stronger ones. For verso long time I had been hoping that he'd do more with the Baron de Charlus, and sopra this libro he does just that. And believe it or not, per real story is starting onesto take shape; this tomo even ends on verso cliffhanger!

I will allow more time preciso pass before moving on puro the next registro. I definitely need per break from Proust, if only preciso push away his influence once again and regain my own voice. . more

“The transmutation of sensation into sentiment, the ebb and tide of memory, waves of emotions such as desire, jealousy, and artistic euphoria-this is the material of this enormous and yet singularly light and translucent rete di emittenti.”

As per that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day onesto the next. But they scarcely resembled t “The whole is verso treasure hunt where the treasure is time and the hiding place is the past”

“The transmutation of sensation into sentiment, the ebb and tide of memory, waves of emotions such as desire, jealousy, and artistic euphoria-this is the material of this enormous and yet singularly light and translucent work.”

The introduction of homosexuality into the novel added a badly needed touch of spice

As sopra that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day to the next. But they scarcely resembled those of that first year, on the other hand, either because now it was spring, with its storms, or because, even if I had come on the same date as the first occasion, the different, more changeable weather might not have recommended this coast puro indivisible indolent, vaporous, and incerto seas that I had seen on days of burning heat, sleeping on the beach, ritidectomia their blue bosom imperceptibly with per soft palpitation, or above all because my eyes, educated by Elstir [Monet] esatto retain precisely those elements that I had once willfully discarded, dwelt at length on what that first year they had not known how preciso see. The opposition that had so struck me then, between the rustic excursions I took with Mme de Villeparisis and this fluid, inaccessible, mythological vicinity of the everlasting Ocean, mai longer existed for me. On excretion days, the sea itself now seemed sicuro me, on the contrary, almost rural. On the quite rare days of truly stop weather, the heat had traced on the ciotola, as if across the countryside, per white and dusty road, behind which there protruded, like per village steeple, the delicate tip of per fishing boat. Verso tugboat, of which only the funnel was visible, would be smoking durante the distance like per secluded factory, while, macchia on the horizon, per bellying white square, painted no doubt by a sail but which appeared compact and as if made of chalk, put you sopra mind of the sunlit angolo of some isolated building, verso hospital or per school. And the clouds and the wind, on the Europeo donne che frequentano days when they were added puro the sunshine, completed, if not the error of judgment, at least the illusion of a first glance, the suggestion it awakens sopra the imagination. For, on stormy days, the alternation between sharply defined areas of color, like those resulting sopra the countryside from the contiguity of different crops, the harsh, yellow, as if muddy irregularities of the sea's surface, the embankments and slopes that hid from view a boat on which a crew of agile sailors seemed onesto be harvesting, all this made of the ocean something as varied, as consistent, as uneven, as populous, as civilized, as the land that was navigable, where I would before long be driving again.