from Swann's Way
--Proust
I gazed at her, at first with that gaze which is not merely a messenger from the eyes, but in whose window all the senses assemble and lean out, petrified and anxious, that gaze which would fain reach, touch, capture, bear off in triumph the body at which it is aimed, and the soul with the body; (...)
In July, Truck leaves the depot with Proust on board! What's up? you ask. For answers, join Skip Fox at http://halvard-johnson.blogspot.com
No comments:
Post a Comment