Like every day, long walks.
For the last few days, the weather was really not great and if I don’t mind the rain or the cold, everything constantly being dark and dim made my daily walks less enjoyable. This morning the sky is bright blue, there is not a cloud to be seen and the sun is shinning. Happy.
Read more of Proust A la recherche du temps perdu.
Seriously, after many failed attempts in the last… 30 years or so, I opened the first volume one more time this evening to give it a shot and, somehow, I was able to get into it and appreciate his prose. Being French, one would think I should be able to better appreciate his style but for some reason I never was, like the book would fell off my hands. No idea what changed this evening (and after so many years) but reading the first 40 pages I was fucking blown away by what I was reading and how well it was done.
For the last few days, the weather was really not great and if I don’t mind the rain or the cold, everything constantly being dark and dim made my daily walks less enjoyable. This morning the sky is bright blue, there is not a cloud to be seen and the sun is shinning. Happy.
Seriously, after many failed attempts in the last… 30 years or so, I opened the first volume one more time this evening to give it a shot and, somehow, I was able to get into it and appreciate his prose. Being French, one would think I should be able to better appreciate his style but for some reason I never was, like the book would fell off my hands. No idea what changed this evening (and after so many years) but reading the first 40 pages I was fucking blown away by what I was reading and how well it was done.