Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Daily Dose

From Within a Budding Grove, by Marcel Proust, translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff

CRUISING

"I turned my head and saw a man of about forty, very tall and rather stout, with a very dark moustache, who, nervously slapping the leg of his trousers with a switch, kept fastened upon me a pair of eyes dilated with observation."

From Part II, Place-Names: The Place

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