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PROUST L'INSOPPORTABILE ?


“Nessuno ascoltava meglio di lui … Portava fino nell’intimità una preoccupazione costante di modestia, di gentilezza, che gli impediva di primeggiare, di imporre, per esempio, gli argomenti della conversazione. …. Si interessava a voi piuttosto che cercare di interessarvi a lui…” - (Georges de Lauris)

“Mai, fino alla fine, né il lavoro accanito né le sue sofferenze gli fecero dimenticare i suoi amici – perché di certo lui che metteva tutta la sua poesia nei suoi libri, ne metteva altrettanta nella vita” - (Walter Berry)

“Proust è un ragazzo di prim’ordine, mi dà continue dimostrazioni di un’intelligenza incomparabile e di un cuore d’oro” - (Reynaldo Hahn)

Proust sull'amicizia

"è una menzogna che
cerca di convincerci
che non siamo irrimediabilmente soli"

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Proust divertente…
"Marcel Proust, author of Du côté de chez Schwann and other fiction without end was quite unknown to fame when I first met him in Paris at his father's, Boulevard Malesherbes. His pale, long face, with deep hollows under the eyes, proclaimed the invalid, and indeed he used not to appear before nightfall even in those early days, alleging (during the summer at least) that his hayfever made circulation in the daytime unendurable. His random style, which appears to have no point from which it starts, and no end toward which it proceeds apparently suits the present generation of Society Parisians. I frankly confess that I cannot read him with enjoyment, although I enjoy his conversation, which is rather like that of a man in a pleasant dream who is able to share it with you. His favourite place and moment for unveiling the secrets of his soul are between three and four of the morning, at the conclusion of a party which began at midnight and which one leaves with him, sharing a taxi. He will conduct you to your domicile, say good-bye with a warm hand-clasp, and then launch forth into the most amusing characterization (not erring on the side of good-nature) of the people you have been with and incidentally of everybody else in the Tout-Paris." (Douglas Ainslie, Adventures Social and Literary. T. Fisher Unwin Ltd. London, 1922)


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