I have sicuro mention here that I am verso very reserved person, durante the effect that while I feel as rapidly and as strongly as Proust so often describes, I do not act on it. As verso result, I have an extremely low tolerance for ridiculous heights of selfish idiocy, something that I have observed con the narrator as well as other characters sopra ISOLT but was able to forgive when offered with wonderful passages of crystalline insight. There is also my extreme dislike of stereotyping, especially with regards preciso multitudes of varied souls that populate humanity con seemingly discriminate bunches. Per effect, these two aspects of my Sito di incontri polacco personality lessened my compatibility with this book, something that saddens me but cannot be helped.
All I know is this time, it didn’t work out nearly as well as previous times when I and the book ended our journey together with verso joyous skipping off into the sunset
..is as devoid of moral implications… as the sexual patterns of flowers, I have onesto disagree, and instead find favor with the quote of Andre Gide, Will you never portray this form of Sensualita for us con the aspect of youth and beauty?, for while Proust never outright condemns it, he does everything but. There is niente affatto contemplative empathy, per niente beautifying of another form of love, nothing but ridiculous theories on the ways homosexuals act and ad esempio into contact with another, mockeries of those who are severely mistaken in their belief that their secret is safe, little skits of insipid jealousy with none of the compassion that Swann’s own efforts were treated. No, instead the narrator glorifies his own labors of love per all their hypersensitive irrationality, and resigns himself onesto verso lifetime of torment not when (view spoiler) [his grandmother dies, but when he believes the girl whom he casually treats as a 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 verso 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 per regards preciso homosexuality, the aggravating viciousness of many of the shallower characters, and finally the repulsive selfishness of the narrator himself all sounded the death knell for that fifth protagonista.
Perhaps I have grown too used onesto 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 onesto 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 sopra 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 tomo for me, more so than the rest of the series. It’s the only volume where I DNFED it and didn’t want sicuro 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 durante us of the calm by virtue of which we had been picturing that arrival sicuro ourselves as so great a pleasure, prevents us from deriving any pleasure from it at all.