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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Proust, and the Maxims Thereof.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @fuckyeahproust)</generator><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Just as priests, who have the greatest experience of the heart, can best forgive sins which they do..."</title><description>“Just as priests, who have the greatest experience of the heart, can best forgive sins which they do not themselves commit; so the genius, who has the broadest intellectual experience, can best understand ideas which differ most from those which form the basis of his own works.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/31065532528</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/31065532528</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2012 14:02:56 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Genius</category><category>Dubious Punctuation</category><category>Extrapolation</category><category>Analogy</category></item><item><title>post-proust:

“Do a cattleya.”
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liw7f0sLMM1qiq02xo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://post-proust.tumblr.com/post/4219470228" target="_blank"&gt;post-proust&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Do a cattleya.”&lt;/p&gt;
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And a kind of magnetic influence draws together and binds inseparably certain physical and mental traits so that when nature thus introduces a person into a new body it does not mutilate the personality noticeably.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/8537892155</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/8537892155</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2011 21:34:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Causality</category><category>Familiarity</category><category>Proust</category><category>Friendship</category></item><item><title>"Each one of us has his own way of being betrayed in love just as each of us has his own way of..."</title><description>“Each one of us has his own way of being betrayed in love just as each of us has his own way of catching a cold.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/8415169247</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/8415169247</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 00:18:18 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Betrayal</category><category>Love</category><category>Trust</category><category>Disappointment</category><category>Delusion</category></item><item><title>"We get engaged by proxy and then think ourselves obliged to marry the person who has been..."</title><description>“We get engaged by proxy and then think ourselves obliged to marry the person who has been substituted for our beloved.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/8369868491</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/8369868491</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 23:41:15 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Love</category><category>Commitment</category><category>Hopeless Romance</category></item><item><title>"Of all the means by which love is produced, of all its agents of dissemination, one of the most..."</title><description>“Of all the means by which love is produced, of all its agents of dissemination, one of the most efficacious is that great wave of anxiety which sometimes passes over us. At such times the die is cast: we shall love the person whose company pleases us at that time. It is not even necessary that up to then we should have liked her more than or even as much as others. What is necessary is that our taste for her should become exclusive.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7882316564</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7882316564</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2011 07:44:51 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Love</category><category>Anxiety</category><category>Swann &amp;amp; Odette</category><category>Serendipity</category></item><item><title>"When a piece of sculpture or a musical composition produces an emotion that one feels to be higher,..."</title><description>“When a piece of sculpture or a musical composition produces an emotion that one feels to be higher, purer, truer than ordinary life, such a work must correspond to a certain spiritual reality.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7831451498</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7831451498</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 00:02:41 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>aesthetics</category><category>spirituality</category><category>worship</category><category>transcendence</category><category>art</category></item><item><title>"Doubtless to every man the life of any other individual reaches out into obscurity down unsuspected..."</title><description>“Doubtless to every man the life of any other individual reaches out into obscurity down unsuspected paths.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7713952225</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7713952225</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 01:05:54 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Identity</category><category>Perception</category><category>Intrigue</category><category>Shhhhhhhhhh....</category><category>knowledge</category></item><item><title>"When nothing remains of our remote past, after the people are dead and the things are destroyed,..."</title><description>“When nothing remains of our remote past, after the people are dead and the things are destroyed, alone - more fragile yet longer lived, more immaterial, more steadfast, more faithful, the smell and taste of things persist, like souls, ready and waiting to remind us; over the ruin of all the rest they bear unflinchingly on their almost impalpable droplet the immense edifice of memory.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7599431969</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7599431969</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 23:09:33 -0400</pubDate><category>Sense Memory</category><category>Sense Perception</category><category>Memory</category><category>Perception</category><category>Time</category></item><item><title>"Certainly it is more reasonable to sacrifice one’s life to women than to postage stamps, to..."</title><description>“Certainly it is more reasonable to sacrifice one’s life to women than to postage stamps, to old snuffboxes, even to painting and statues. But the example of such collections should teach us not to limit ourselves to one woman.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7368339645</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7368339645</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 22:57:09 -0400</pubDate><category>Polyamory</category><category>Proust</category><category>Proust totally loved the dudes</category><category>and stamps.</category></item><item><title>"In matters of love, one must not fear, as in ordinary life, merely the future, but even the past,..."</title><description>“In matters of love, one must not fear, as in ordinary life, merely the future, but even the past, which often does not materialize for us until the future. This is true not only of the past that we learn after the fact, but  also of the past  that we have long preserved in our minds and that we suddenly learn how to interpret.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7287724793</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7287724793</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 22:32:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Love</category><category>Reflection</category><category>History</category><category>Betrayal</category><category>Fear</category></item><item><title>"During a war the man who does not love his country says nothing bad about it, but believes it lost,..."</title><description>“During a war the man who does not love his country says nothing bad about it, but believes it lost, pities it, and sees everything in the worst light.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7248215777</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7248215777</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 21:36:11 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Patriotism</category><category>Apathy</category><category>Activism</category><category>Independence Day</category><category>America</category><category>I &amp;lt;3 America : )</category></item><item><title>"After a certain lapse of time the cancer patient dies. It is very rare that after the same amount of..."</title><description>“After a certain lapse of time the cancer patient dies. It is very rare that after the same amount of time the inconsolable widower is not cured.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7109729335</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/7109729335</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 00:43:43 -0400</pubDate><category>Really, Marcel?</category><category>Proust</category><category>RIP Allen</category><category>Mourning</category><category>Remembrance</category></item><item><title>"Reason opens our eyes; an error we have dispelled gives us an additional sense."</title><description>“Reason opens our eyes; an error we have dispelled gives us an additional sense.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/6852640483</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/6852640483</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 23:38:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Reason</category><category>Vision</category><category>Perception</category><category>Learning</category><category>Knowledge</category><category>Perspective</category></item><item><title>"There are moments in life when a kind of beauty is born of the multiplicity of our troubles..."</title><description>“There are moments in life when a kind of beauty is born of the multiplicity of our troubles intertwined like Wagnerian leitmotifs.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/6709125464</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/6709125464</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 22:10:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>WAM</category><category>You suggest the struggle goes both ways</category><category>but baby</category><category>I don't even ask.</category></item><item><title>"The charms of a passing woman are usually in direction ratio to the speed of her passing."</title><description>“The charms of a passing woman are usually in direction ratio to the speed of her passing.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/6677487201</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/6677487201</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2011 23:58:49 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Lust</category><category>Fleeting moments</category><category>Chance</category><category>Desire</category><category>Women</category><category>Beauty</category><category>beautiful women</category></item><item><title>"The pleasure that all men experience in mulling over their recollections is often keenest in those..."</title><description>“The pleasure that all men experience in mulling over their recollections is often keenest in those whom the tyranny of a malady and the daily hope of its cure keep, on the one hand, from seeking in nature images resembling those recollections and yet, on the other hand, leave confident that they will soon be able to do so. This hope adds an element of expectancy to memories and saves them from being mere recollections of a dead past.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/6336354967</link><guid>http://fuckyeahproust.tumblr.com/post/6336354967</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 20:11:30 -0400</pubDate><category>Proust</category><category>Bedridden</category><category>Anticipation</category><category>Memory</category><category>Time</category><category>Perception</category><category>Greener grass</category></item></channel></rss>
