
I am reading Proust for the first time. Very poor stuff. I think he was mentally defective.
Remembrance of Things Past is, of course, a virtuoso performance in sensory attentiveness throughout; but there are certain thought experiments Proust conducts, building on particular instances of perceptual intensity, that are so remarkable, it's worth revisting them even out of their proper, inexhaustibly lush context. ...
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