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Thursday, August 11, 2011

My Ears Are Buzzing, Eff A Comma

Upon hearing from Mme Swann that he's been called a "hysterical little flatterer" by M. de Norpois, our beloved narrator spews off this splendid musing:

I have recorded a long way back my stupefaction at the discovery that a friend of my father such as M. de Norpois was could have expressed himself thus in speaking of me. I was even more astonished to learn that my emotion on that evening long ago when I had spoken about Mme Swann and Gilberte was known to the Princesse de Guermantes, whom I imagined never to have heard of my existence. Each of our actions, our words, our attitudes is cut off from the "world," from the people who have not directly perceived it, by a medium the permeability of which is infinitely variable and remains unknown to ourselves; having learned from experience that some important utterance which we eagerly hoped would be disseminated (such as those so enthusiastic speeches which I used at one time to make to everyone at every opportunity on the subject of Mme Swann, thinking that among so many scattered seeds one at least would germinate) has at once, often because of our very anxiety, been hidden under a bushel, how immeasurably less do we suppose that some tiny word which we ourselves have forgotten, which may not even have been uttered by us but formed along its way by the imperfect refraction of a different word, could be transported, without ever being halted in its progress, infinite distances - in the present instance to the Princess de Guermantes- and succeed in diverting at our expense the banquet of the gods! What we remember of our conduct remains unknown to our neighbour; what we have forgotten that we ever said, or indeed what we never did say, flies to provoke hilarity in another planet, and the image that other people form of our actions and demeanour no more resembles our own than an inaccurate tracing, on which for the black line we find an empty space and for a blank area an inexplicable contour, resembles he original drawing. It may happen however that what has not been transcribed is a non-existent feature which only our purblind self-esteem reveals to us, and what seems to us to have been added does indeed belong to us, but so essentially that it escapes us.

-Proust, Marcel, The Guermantes Way pp. 367-368

Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it, everybody knows I'm a mothafuckin' monster...
Best living or dead hands down, huh? Less talk and more head right now, huh?

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