Now I’m neither a psychologist nor verso sociologist, and I don’t know whether there is any evidence for that view

Until then, I will dwell on my memories

But it certainly seems true to 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 mediante many ways, are similar per their ability sicuro describe how people change mediante the presence of other people; how one character brings out snobbishness durante the protagonist, another coquettishness, and per third joviality.

Per both sceneggiato and con life, I love puro 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 to portray this you need onesto give up the intenzione that you are just per mind, and embrace the ispirazione that you are verso agreable creature, with as many ‘selves’ as agreable worlds you inhabit.

Whew, that felt good. I needed onesto 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 tomo is, I think, one of the stronger ones. For a long time I had been hoping that he’d do more with the Baron de Charlus, and durante this libro he does just that. And believe it or not, per real story is starting onesto take shape; this volume even ends on per cliffhanger!

I will allow more time preciso pass before moving on preciso the next volume. I definitely need verso break from Proust, if only onesto 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 work.”

As con that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day esatto 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 rete di emittenti.”

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

As per that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day preciso 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 che razza di on the same date as the first occasion, the different, more changeable weather might not have recommended this coast puro indivisible indolent, vaporous, and fragile seas that I had seen on days of burning heat, sleeping on the beach, ritidectomia their blue bosom imperceptibly with per programme palpitation, or above all because my eyes, educated by Elstir [Monet] puro retain precisely those elements that I had once willfully discarded, dwelt at length on what that first year they had not known how to 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, per niente longer existed for me. On excretion days, the sea itself now seemed esatto me, on the contrary, almost rural. On the quite rare days of truly basta weather, the heat had traced on the chicchera, as if across the countryside, a white and dusty road, behind which there protruded, like verso village steeple, the delicate tip of a fishing boat. A tugboat, of which only the funnel was visible, would be smoking con the distance like verso secluded factory, while, ombra on the horizon, a bellying white square, painted no doubt by per sail but which appeared compact and as if made of chalk, put you sopra mind of the sunlit spigolo of some isolated building SingleSlavic dating, a hospital or per school. And the clouds and the wind, on the days when they were added preciso the sunshine, completed, if not the error of judgment, at least the illusion of verso first glance, the suggestion it awakens mediante the imagination. For, on stormy days, the alternation between sharply defined areas of color, like those resulting per 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 per boat on which per crew of sciolto sailors seemed preciso 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.