It's Proust Day!

His nocturnal, bedridden, disorderly work habits seem heroic. In his private life he mixed low-grade hedonism with deliberate psychological and moral experiment. What looks degraded to some of us may be edifying to others. This man of shrewd medical insight mercilessly punished his frail body and refused proper advice, even from his brother. He followed what...was his "only rule": "to yield to one's demon, to one's thought, to write on everything to the point of exhaustion." (Shattuck, The Work and its Author)

Dear Marcel, I know you don't like girls. But I love you, anyway. XOXO Sophie