6 thoughts on “Sunday Morning! “The Fugitive” by Marcel Proust

  1. I read the other day a quote from a poet, ironically whose name escapes me now, that we forget our past because to remember it all would destroy us. Not an exact quote obviously. All the stupid things we have done or said… even the little things. I cringe at memories that suddenly hammer me seemingly out of nowhere. To remember all of them? Horrific.Report

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