Illusions from the Cork-Lined Room

Being a voracious reader, my first encounter with Proust and In Search of Lost Time was at a very early age, perhaps at thirteen or fourteen years old. From the first page on, I became addicted to, and a lover of, Proust for the rest of my life. Certainly, I did not comprehend every innuendo or subtle phrase, nor was I familiar with specific paintings, cathedrals, or locations discussed in the eight volumes; however, I was fully aware of the stunning beauty and rhythm of the writing, the us...