“ ... the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.”
It is Proust's monumental In Search of Lost Time beckoning. And how much we are looking forward to this encounter. Please join us for a discussion of Combray (Chapter 1 of Swann's Way - volume I).
For September 28 we are reading: The Overture and Combray.