Thursday, November 18, 2021

Beers & Books CLXVI – Marcel Proust

 

Remembrance of things past
is not necessarily the remembrance of things
as they were.

Marcel Proust ( 10 July 1871 –  18 November 1922)

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  1. I have a very firm and convincing memory of something that my family assure me just did not happen - a family gathering where I met distant relatives that apparently I have never met. even though I can still vividly "remember" the occasion now. After much debate and in the face of perplexity I eventually had to accept that they were probably right, and that it was something I dreamt. Nothing sinister, just a meeting that apparently did not really happen. All rather disturbing actually. False memory syndrome.

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    1. Oh... then there was Aileen too... Do I need to doubt even her?

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    2. Sometimes I hear I were a walking library, having the memory of an elephant.
      Not that I don't like such accolade, but then there are certain moments I would so much like to remember certain situations, but just can't.
      Aileen is, of course, beyond any doubt.

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  2. How right he was. 'The good old days' is a neat summation of that. Some of them were, and some of them emphatically were not.

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  3. Time has a habit of mollifying the rough edges.

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    1. It certainly has.
      Sometimes the edges are too tough, though.

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