From Volume IV of Prout's In Search of Lost Time (Random House: 2003):
"They never read anything not even a newspaper. One day, however, they found a book lying on my bed. It was a volume of the admirable but obscure poems of Saint-Leger Leger. Celeste read a few pages and said to me: 'But are you quite sure that it's poetry? Mightn't it just be riddles?'"
(thanks to the careful eye of mike trussler!)
Cool! It must be a rush to find that someone as in tune to art as Proust is seeing something of what you're seeing.
ReplyDeleteYes, it's perfect! And it makes me want to read Proust now..
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