André Gide: Paris is quieter now. Or perhaps I have simply grown quiet in the shadow of his memory.Marcel, whose name I once hesitated to endorse, taught me—taught us all—that time is not a line, but a lacework of feeling, scent, silence, and remembrance. He saw what most of us passed over: the tremble of a teaspoon in a teacup, the sigh of a curtain … [Read more...] about Through the Curtains of Time: Marcel Proust’s Inner World