Archive for the ‘Marcel Proust’ Category

I must choose to cease from suffering or cease from loving. For, just as in the beginning it is formed by desire, so afterwards love is kept in existence only by a painful anxiety. I felt part of Albertine’s life eluded me. Love, in…

Style for the writer, no less than colour for the painter, is a question not of technique but of vision: it is the revelation, which by direct and conscious methods would be impossible, of the qualitative difference, the uniqueness of…