Tuesday, 7 December 2010

That abominable and sensual act called reading the newspaper, thanks to which all the misfortunes and cataclysms in the universe over the last twenty-four hours, the battles which cost the lives of fifty thousand men, the murders, the strikes, the bankruptcies, the fires, the poisonings, the suicides, the divorces, the cruel emotions of statesmen and actors, are transformed for us, who don't even care, into a morning treat, blending in wonderfully, in a particularly exciting and tonic way, with the recommended ingestion of a few sips of café au lait.
 - Marcel Proust. Quote via A Piece Of Monologue who found it in Alain de Botton's Proust book.

2 comments:

Suresh S said...

Damn. Isn't this just the sort of thing you wish you had articulated?

Tom Meade said...

Gonna have to learn voodoo so I can reanimate Proust and shake his hand.