/lit/ - Literature

All due respect, Monsieur Proust, but I beg your pardon WHAT???

"If it is true that the sea was once upon a time our native element, into which we must plunge our cooling blood if we are to recover our strength, it is the same with the oblivion, the mental non-existence of sleep; we seem then to absent ourselves for a few hours from Time, but the forces which we have gathered in that interval without expending them, measure it by their quantity as accurately as the pendulum of the clock or the crumbling pyramid of the sandglass."

What does the stuff about our blood and the sea mean, and what does it have to do with what it is being compared to?

My Norwegian translation isn't any clearer ...

Otherwise, Proust General go.

Pic is Monsieur Swann, and quote is from the Balbec part.

Rejoice /lit/, and let us celebrate our king: Charles Swann.

This man is not only an awfully cool, rich, aristocratic, pretentious, spectacle wearing man, but he also falls in love with girls that aren't even his type and has some neurotic guy who falls in love with his daughter write several hundred pages about it~!

Let us celebrate this very cool individual: let us salute, and let us draw pretty MS Paint drawings of him. Proust may have said that pretty women are for men devoid of imagination but there is no reason for this to stop us from enjoying ourselves with pretty MS Paint drawings.

I repeat /lit/: Rejoice, and let us celebrate our king: the great Charles Swann.