Harder Than You Think

Its harder than you think to keep up with a daily vow of Proust. Not because I didn't do my homework but because writing about Proust is the equivalent of the All England Sing About Proust Contest Batocchio mentioned below. Not only is the Novel incredibly long, it is impossible to know where and when to come up for breath.  Proust barely has any page breaks, let alone paragraph breaks or periods and as you unwind those long, sonorous, bizarre sentences you are trapped in a Scheherezade like maze in which each thought leads to the next in an unbroken and unbreakable stream of consciousness.