The All-England Summarize Proust Competition
Critique of Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time
Childhood darkens somberly mature while 1880 transitions to 1920. Time is only recoverable through the incidental sensation of the moment, reviving past memories. Dissimulation of complex personal secrets. Densest of books, sensitive universally: a psychedelic soap-opera. Nothing is what it seems: not-so-secretly advocates homosexuality. A true Swann Song: politely told.
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Rob Angeli
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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Nicely done... and was there a little nod to Monty Python in the title? 👏 Pernoste
I got the gist, a little over my head but, I wonder if they are at my library.
so few words say so much.
Oh, now I HAVE to read these! Lovely critique!
Whoaaa, this seems so fascinating! I gotta check these books out!
I loved this sketch when I was a kid! Not the biggest Proust fan...yet. Start again.
Very nicely done :)