Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Pink Hawthornes- Proust would approve

The pink and white hawthorne's encountered along Swann's way. These are dogwoods? Well, who knew? They are lovely, and Proust described them wonderfully. He described everything wonderfully.
My one discovery: when asked to discuss Proust, a lot of writers instead talk about themselves. Interesting, no? I wonder if it's not because we go to the deepest levels of meaning, with Proust, and like poetry, something deep inside is touched. Au fond, as it were. Lord, I wish I were really proficient in French.

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