I have many things to blog about - none of them important or possibly even interesting - but no time. To add to my lack of time - and my sense of futility; why bother when so many people have written so many far better things about almost everything already - I have discovered a site where, if you have a spare 145 hours and 18 minutes, you can hear Marcel Proust's great work read beautifully in French. It is wonderful, and it can be found here.
And really, why write anything, post-Proust?
(Yes, the answer is, of course, because it is a way of working out what you think - and it's fun. All the same, it does require time.)
`Hard Accents I Will Carry to My Own' - We’re nothing without the dead. Spontaneous generation is a myth, like originality. With every word we echo someone, and it’s only proper that we acknowled...
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