Um, so, the thing is, this is kind of a long book (3,500 pages), and I kind of have a very short attention span. Not the best combination, but I am determined. Fortunately (?), my incredible stubbornness is stronger than my short attention span.
That said, my focus issues have led me to think about many random things while reading this book (that is 3,500 pages long):
1. Proust wrote in bed. If sitting is so bad, lying down all the time must be very bad, right? Given how long this book is (3,500 pages), and how long reading it is taking me, writing it must have taken a very, very, very long time. His poor leg muscles must have atrophied in rather serious ways.
2. If reading it is so painful, translating it must have been worse. Poor, poor translator. That must have taken awhile. On the other hand, if you can read it in the French, you'll never bother to read the English version, so I suppose you could just breeze through it. We'll all just be so relieved to have it done that we won't wonder if it isn't at all like what Proust wrote.
3. Is it worth it?
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