Grits and Tamales

Life in the Deep South, by Gabriel Aguilera

Proust Quote for Mother’s Day

And so I must set forth without viaticum; must climb each step of the staircase ‘against my heart,’ as the saying is, climbing in opposition to my heart’s desire , which was to return to my mother, since she had not, by her kiss, given my heart leave to accompany me forth. That hateful staircase, up which I always passed with such dismay, gave out a smell of varnish which had to some extent absorbed, made definite and fixed the special quality of sorrow that I felt each evening, and made it perhaps even more cruel to my sensibility because, when it assumed this olfactory guise, my intellect was powerless to resist it. When we have gone to sleep with a maddening toothache and are conscious of it only as a little girl whom we attempt, time after time, to pull out of the water, or as a line of Molière which we repeat incessantly to ourselves, it is a great relief to wake up , so that our intelligence can disentangle the idea of toothache from any artificial semblance of heroism or rhythmic cadence.

Proust, Marcel (2012-05-17). Swann’s Way (p. 22). . Kindle Edition.

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