Charlotte Reads Classics

Slowly, slowly, she sipped a sentence.

MP

Still coming towards me, [the trees] might have been some mythological apparition, a coven of witches, a group of Norns propounding oracles. But I saw them as ghosts from my past, beloved companions from childhood, sometime friends reminding me of shared moments. Like risen shades, they seemed to be asking me to take them with me, to bring them back to the realm of the living.
Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

MP

I was saddened by the loss of my strip of pink sky, when I caught sight of it again, now reddening, in the window on the other side, from which it disappeared at another bend in the line. And I dodged from one window to the other, trying to reassemble the offset intermittent fragments of my lovely, changeable red morning, so as to see it for once as a single lasting picture.
Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower