Unlike most of us, Proust was an acute observer: an observer of himself when recalling how as a boy he tricked his mother to come and kiss him good night over and over again; an observer of human behaviour when describing Swann and his love for Odette, 'a woman who was not even his kind'! and lastly an observer of nature as is revealed in his depiction of the countryside and the world around him.
(Laurence Martin Euler - bwl 13 April 2002 ) |
