I have to mention here that I am per very reserved person, per the effect that while I feel as rapidly and as strongly as Proust so often describes, I do not act on it. As per result, I have an extremely low tolerance for ridiculous heights of selfish idiocy, something that I have observed mediante the narrator as well as other characters mediante ISOLT but was able esatto forgive when offered with wonderful passages of crystalline insight. There is also my extreme dislike of stereotyping, especially with regards sicuro multitudes of varied souls that populate humanity mediante seemingly discriminate bunches. Durante effect, these two aspects of my personality lessened my compatibility with this book, something that saddens me but cannot be helped.
All I know is this time, it didn’t rete di emittenti out nearly as well as previous times when I and the book ended our journey together with a joyous skipping off into the sunset
..is as devoid of moral implications… as the sexual patterns of flowers, I have puro disagree, and instead find favor with the quote of Andre Gide, Will you never portray this form of Lussuria for us mediante the aspect of youth and beauty?, for while Proust never outright condemns it, he does everything but. There is niente affatto contemplative empathy, no beautifying of another form of love, nothing but ridiculous theories on the ways homosexuals act and che razza di into contact with another, mockeries of those who are severely mistaken durante their belief that their secret is safe, little skits of insipid jealousy with none of the compassion that Swann’s own efforts were treated. In nessun caso, instead the narrator glorifies his own labors of love mediante all their hypersensitive irrationality, and resigns himself to a lifetime of torment not when (view spoiler) [his grandmother dies, but when he believes the girl whom he casually treats as per sexual play toy is doing the same with others of her own gender (hide spoiler)] .
I won’t deny that many of the society events were amusing, and that every so often a sentence full with inherent truth would crop up, or that the pages detailing grief were as heartrending as one of Proust’s skill could make them. However, all this together wasn’t enough, and ultimately the frustrating misconceptions durante regards sicuro homosexuality, the aggravating viciousness of many of the siti di incontri spagnoli shallower characters, and finally the repulsive selfishness of the narrator himself all sounded the death knell for that fifth primo attore.
Perhaps I have grown too used esatto Proust’s prose, or maybe his own tools of immense perception backfired on him when he concerned himself with this particular subject that impacted his life per niente matter how much he denied it onesto himself. . more
For the book is called Sodom and Gomorrah, and when it comes sicuro the quote of Beckett that proclaims that per the book, Homosexuality
The loss of one’s bearings, of all sense of direction, that characterizes waiting, persists even after the arrival of the person awaited, and, having taken the place con us of the calm by virtue of which we had been picturing that arrival preciso ourselves as so great verso pleasure, prevents us from deriving any pleasure from it at all.
This was verso tough libro for me, more so than the rest of the series. It’s the only registro where I DNFED it and didn’t want onesto see again. But since my capricious nature won The loss of one’s bearings, of all sense of direction, that characterizes waiting, persists even after the arrival of the person awaited, and, having taken the place mediante us of the calm by virtue of which we had been picturing that arrival to ourselves as so great verso pleasure, prevents us from deriving any pleasure from it at all.