A Book Is the Product of a Different Self
A book is the product of a different self from the self we manifest in our habits, in our social life, in our vices. If we would try to understand that particular self, it is by searching our own bosoms, and trying to reconstruct it there, that we may arrive at it. Nothing can exempt us from this pilgrimage of the heart. There must be no scampling in the pursuit of this truth, and it is taking things too easily to suppose that one fine morning the truth will arrive by post in the form of an unpublished letter submitted by a friend’s librarian, or that we shall gather it from the lips of someone who saw a great deal of the author.
Marcel Proust
“The Method of Sainte-Beuve,” in Contre Sainte-Beuve
(translated by Sylvia Townsend Warner)
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