tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30387237.post116509532755587995..comments2009-11-06T07:52:38.898-06:00Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14943596258182968212noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30387237.post-1165182380532639262006-12-03T15:46:00.000-06:002006-12-03T15:46:00.000-06:00I agree with Stefanie -- important questions! I'm interested and troubled by the way Proust is always moving past the real person and toward the image we have of that person in our minds. I agree that what we know of other people and things is really our construction of them -- the version of them we create in our minds -- but I do wonder if Proust ends up denigrating the real by his insistent focus on the mind.Dorothy W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10825532162727473112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30387237.post-1165099728668108832006-12-02T16:48:00.000-06:002006-12-02T16:48:00.000-06:00You ask questions that I think are at the core of the books. It seems Proust does not think we can ever fall in love with the real person, we always make them into something else and fall in love with that. I find it interesting that Proust never makes any kind of judgment on the matter, at least not yet, saying whether the nature of the way we tend to love is good or bad.Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14943596258182968212noreply@blogger.com