Perhaps the immobility of
the things that surround us
is forced upon them by our
conviction that they are them-
selves, and not anything else,
by the immobility of our con-
ception of them. For it always
happened that when I awoke like
this, and my mind struggled in
an unsuccessful attempt to dis-
cover where I was, everything
revolved around me through the
darkness: things, places, years.
year I checked out of the
Firestone Library one of
their several copies of La-
rousse Gastronomique. That's
OK. In another year I lived
with practically everything
they had on the civil war in
Spain. A dorm room is a dy-
namite place for immersion;
but I was lucky to have New
York nearby, for field re-
search in certain appetites.
The other day, I found my-
self transcribing Richard
Olney's take on oeufs en
meurette for a student, in
his own term of wonder.
Ara Guler, photograph
Istanbul, 1956
Marcel Proust
C.K. Scott Moncrieff
translation
À la recherche du
temps perdu
1913
Roger Chauveron
Café Chauveron
139 East 53rd Street
Carte
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