Now I’m neither per psychologist nor per 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 esatto 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 in many ways, are similar con their ability sicuro describe how people change con the presence of other people; how one character brings out snobbishness in the protagonist, another coquettishness, and a third joviality.

Mediante both sceneggiato and con life, I love onesto 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 verso part of mine. And it is this that I most sorely miss from Proust’s perspective, because esatto portray this you need to give up the intenzione that you are just a mind, and embrace the timore that you are verso communautaire creature, with as many ‘selves’ as accommodant worlds you inhabit.

Whew, that felt good. I needed preciso 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 per long time I had been hoping that he’d do more with the Baron de Charlus, and con this registro he does just that. And believe it or not, verso real story is starting puro take shape; this elenco even ends on verso cliffhanger!

I will allow more time puro pass before moving on sicuro the next registro. I definitely need per break from Proust, if only sicuro 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 con that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day sicuro the next. But they scarcely resembled tau “The whole is per le donne piГ№ calde del mondo 2022 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 informatica.”

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

As in that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day onesto 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 quale on the same date as the first occasion, the different, more changeable weather might not have recommended this coast esatto indivis indolent, vaporous, and debole seas that I had seen on days of burning heat, sleeping on the beach, lifting their blue bosom imperceptibly with per logiciel palpitation, or above all because my eyes, educated by Elstir [Monet] onesto retain precisely those elements that I had once willfully discarded, dwelt at length on what that first year they had not known how onesto 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, in nessun caso 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 alt weather, the heat had traced on the chicchera, as if across the countryside, verso white and dusty road, behind which there protruded, like per village steeple, the delicate tip of verso fishing boat. Per tugboat, of which only the funnel was visible, would be smoking durante the distance like a secluded factory, while, macchia on the horizon, per bellying white square, painted giammai doubt by per sail but which appeared compact and as if made of chalk, put you sopra mind of the sunlit angolo of some isolated building, a hospital or a school. And the clouds and the wind, on the days when they were added onesto the sunshine, completed, if not the error of judgment, at least the illusion of a first glance, the suggestion it awakens in 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 per boat on which a 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.