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Proust and the Art of Love by J.E. Rivers.

"He resembled an old book of the Middle Ages, full of errors, of absurd traditions, of obscenities; he was extraordinarily composite," ... "His nature was in truth, like a piece of paper folded so many times and in so many directions that it would be impossible ever to straighten it out."

p. 30

How charming to arrive somewhere preceded by one's reputation.

p. 39

He viewed sexuality as he viewed the human condition in general, as tragic from this perspective, comic from that.

p. 39

"For while Proust, with part of his brain, admires and enjoys the sight of something, he criticizes it with another part, and with a third stands off watching indifferently what the other two are doing." Dandet

p. 104

"Ideas are substitutes for griefs the moment these griefs change into ideas, they lose some of their noxious power over our heart."

p.104