
I'm making some headway with #Proust2026 and this passage knocked me absolutely flat today. It's tough reading, no doubt, but I'm approaching it like written Pointillism: I'm often in the middle of a bunch of dots, but at certain moments, the whole picture washes over me. I'm doing 10 pages at a time, and some days I sigh in frustration and have to remind myself of the rewards of slow diligence. But today? Today I was moved to tears.













