Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Proust - Aptness = Aptness

Because infinity - infinity = infinity.

I'm sorry, I'm almost done with Within a Budding Grove, and then I think I'll take a break from Proust for a while because there are definitely plenty of bloggers that have much better things to say about him than I do.

But tell me if this isn't the most apt thing you've ever heard.
Pleasure in this respect is like photography. What we take, in the presence of the beloved object, is merely a negative, which we develop later, when we are back at home, and have once again found at our disposal that inner darkroom the entrance to which is barred to us so long as we are with other people. (620-621)