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Timothy Woodbridge

@proustboy

Journalist, magician, human. Come for Proust stay for puns.

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‘There was certainly a girl sitting there in a silk frock, bareheaded, but one whose marvellous hair, her nose, meant nothing to me…’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 965

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‘We betroth ourselves by proxy, and think ourselves obliged, in the sequel, to marry the person who has intervened’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 969

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‘Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 976

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‘… he’s joined the Republicans, to make more money. No nice people ever speak to him now.’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 978

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‘they give to these girls the same honeyed consistency as they create when they stand rifling the sweets of a rose-garden, or before a vine whose clusters their eyes alone devour’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 988

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‘an artificial novelty is never so effective as a repetition that manages to suggest a fresh truth’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 990

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1/2 ‘We understand the characters of people who do not interest us; how can we ever grasp that of a person who is an intimate part of our existence…’

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2/2 ‘…whom after a little we no longer distinguish in any way from ourself, whose motives provide us with an inexhaustible supply of anxious hypotheses which we perpetually reconstruct’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 990

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‘a play of unstable forces which makes us think of that perpetual re-creation of the primordial elements of nature which we contemplate when we stand by the sea’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 1002

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‘As soon as she joined us I became conscious of the obstinate tip of her nose, which I had omitted from my mental pictures of her during the last few days… emerging from the dust of memory, Albertine was built up afresh before my eyes’ Proust, page 1027

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‘At these words I was swept back past the days in which I loved Gilbert’s to those in which love seemed to me not only an external entity but one that could be realised as a whole’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 1029

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‘… had so intoxicated me (that is to say had placed the reality of the world for me no longer in nature, but in the torrent of my sensations which it was all I could do to keep within bounds)’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 1030

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‘Death might have struck me down in that moment; it would have seemed to me a trivial, or rather an impossible thing, for life was not outside, it was in me.’ Remembrance of Things Past, page 1031

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‘In that game which consists of finding a resemblance with some animal, people usually agree that I am a dolphin’ André Breton - Nadja, page 89

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‘An old woman appeared before a closed door and Nadja supposed she was going to ask her for money. But the old woman was merely in need of a pencil.’ André Breton - Nadja, page 101

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‘I have seen fern-colored eyes open mornings on a world where the beating of hope’s great wings is scarcely distinct from the other sounds which are those of terror and, upon such a world, I had as yet seen eyes do nothing but close.’ Nadja, page 111