Sunday, March 9, 2014

Daily Dose

From Swann's Way, by Marcel Proust, translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin


"'I'd rather have it in my bed than a slap with a wet fish,' the words came tumbling from Cottard, who had for some time been waiting in vain for Forchewille to pause for breath so that he might get in this hoary old joke for which there might not be another cue if the conversation should take a different turn and which he now produced with that excessive spontaneity and confidence that seeks to cover up the coldness and the anxiety inseparable from a prepared recitation."

From page 286, this edition.

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