Within a Budding Grove (In Search of Lost Time, v. 2)—Marcel Proust

Youth, spring, and folly—good riddance!

First posted on September 5, 2009

I have often said, “We spend our childhood wishing we were already teenagers; we spend our adult life wishing we were still teenagers; and we spend our teen years wishing we were dead.” I suppose it does a soul good to immerse oneself in that cloying, narcissistic, paranoid, fog of eros—to take a vicarious descent into t…