Tuesday, October 01, 2002

Proust Moment, October 1, 2002

The House of Memory

The waking Marcel, struggling to get his bearings against the lingering disorientation of sleep, is absorbing everything "moving round me through the darkness: things, places, years. My body, still too heavy with sleep to move, would make an effort to construe the form which its tiredness took as an orientation of its various members, so as to induce from that where the wall lay and the furniture stood, to piece together and give a name to the house in which it must be living. Its memory, the composite memory of its ribs, knees, and shoulder-blades offered it a whole series of rooms in which it had at one time or another slept; while the unseen walls kept changing, adapting themselves to the shape of each successive room that it remembered, whirling madly through the darkness."

--"Overture," Swann's Way

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