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"And it was at that moment, too -- thanks to a peasant who went past, apparently in a bad enough humour already, but more so when he nearly got a poke in the face from my umbrella, and who replied somewhat coolly to my 'Fine day, what! Good to be out walking!' -- that I learned that identical emotions do not spring up simultaneously in the hearts of all men in accordance with a pre-established order. Later on, whenever a long spell of reading had put me in a mood for conversation, the friend to whom I was longing to talk would at that very moment have finished indulging himself in the delights of conversation, and wanted to be left to read undisturbed. And if I had just been thinking of my parents with affection, and forming resolutions of the kind most calculated to please them, they would have been using the same interval of time to discover some misdeed that I had already forgotten, and would begin to scold me severely as I was about to fling myself into their arms."
- Swann's Way, "Combray," p. 219
Oh, Marcel. <3 So many microdisappointments! I don't have anything new to say about Swann's Way and might not for a couple of weeks, but you can rest assured the adorableness is still flowing freely.
"And it was at that moment, too -- thanks to a peasant who went past, apparently in a bad enough humour already, but more so when he nearly got a poke in the face from my umbrella, and who replied somewhat coolly to my 'Fine day, what! Good to be out walking!' -- that I learned that identical emotions do not spring up simultaneously in the hearts of all men in accordance with a pre-established order. Later on, whenever a long spell of reading had put me in a mood for conversation, the friend to whom I was longing to talk would at that very moment have finished indulging himself in the delights of conversation, and wanted to be left to read undisturbed. And if I had just been thinking of my parents with affection, and forming resolutions of the kind most calculated to please them, they would have been using the same interval of time to discover some misdeed that I had already forgotten, and would begin to scold me severely as I was about to fling myself into their arms."
- Swann's Way, "Combray," p. 219
Oh, Marcel. <3 So many microdisappointments! I don't have anything new to say about Swann's Way and might not for a couple of weeks, but you can rest assured the adorableness is still flowing freely.
