In Search of Marcel Proust, November 5, 2017

Swann hears the phrase again . . . And it was so particular, it had a charm so individual, which no other charm could have replaced, that Swann felt as though he had encountered in a friend’s drawing room a person whom he had admired in the street and despaired of ever finding again.”

Dear friends,

I was twenty years old and living in Paris when my class assignment was to read the first and last volumes of Marcel Proust’s epic novel…see the entire newsletter here: October newsletter