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the English revolving door.)
the sight of a stranger incapable of disengaging himself from the rotating sheets of glass.
As soon as he entered the big room he sprang lightly on to one of the red velvet banquettes that ran around its walls
without the least hesitation Saint-Loup jumped nimbly
over them like a horse in a steeplechase;
and when Saint-Loup, having to pass behind his friends, climbed on the narrow ledge behind them and ran along it, balancing himself with his arms,
Well, anyhow, go on to my Uncle Palamède’s afterward.
I think he’s very eager to see you.
Eleven o’clock; don’...
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But the emperor82 is out for peace.
Wrong, sadly. Proust knows WWI is on the way.
Pure bluff, you know, like poker.
You have only to think what a cosmic spectacle a war would be in these days.
the movements of this light-footed course that Robert had pursued along the wall intelligible and charming as those of horsemen on a marble frieze.
it has even been said that the highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.
it was not merely a work of art that I was admiring in this young cavalier unfolding along the wall the frieze of his flying course;
glimpses of ancient grandeur
the cardinal truth that, unknown to the author, emerges from his investigations is the vacuity of that form of life),
This translator was capable only of a mediocre book, if that book had been published as his original work.
Given out as a translation, it seems that of a masterpiece.
I had mentioned to M. de Guermantes that I was extremely eager to see his Elstirs.
But once I was face to face with the Elstirs, I completely forgot about dinner and the time;
like the luminous images of a magic lantern,
Carpaccio
the hospital, as beautiful beneath its sky of lapis lazuli as the cathedral itself,
a hospital with no style is just as good as the glorious porch,”
everything is equally precious;
Their worth is all in the painter’s eye.”
the fleeting fidelity of the shadows.
especially as I had promised to be at M. de Charlus’s by eleven.
Indeed I learned afterward that I had kept them waiting for nearly three-quarters of an hour.
what I thought of his Elstirs.
was given no clue to the identity of my unknown friend,
In vain I struggled to identify the past experience common to herself and me to which her thoughts had been carried back.
the Princesse de Parme
reminds one not nearly so much of the charterhouse in which Fabrice ends his days as of the waiting room in the Gare Saint-Lazare.113
(for nothing can alter antiquity of race and the world will always need oil),
The other reason for the amiability shown me by the Princesse de Parme was more particular,
one of the gentlemen of the party had been showing various signs of agitation: this was Comte Hannibal de Bréauté-Consalvi.
in the enchanted syllables.
Grigri is not nearly as poetic as the Greek ruins at Agrigente
the Guermantes, while living in the pure cream of aristocracy, affected to take no account of nobility.
his hand, directed toward you
appeared to be presenting a rapier at you for a single combat,
it was difficult to distinguish whether it was yourself or his own hand that he was saluting.
this choreography of the Guermantes ballet
our cathedrals meant far less to a devout Catholic of the seventeenth century than they mean to an atheist of the twentieth,
the biscuits of Reims.
what the Duchesse de Guermantes valued above everything else was not intelligence;
verbal variety of talent—wit.
The odd part of it is that when she is imitating him she looks exactly like him!
the wit of the Guermantes.
