Civilization is an active deposit which is formed by the combustion of the present with the past. Neither in countries without a Present nor in those without a Past is it to be encountered. Proust in Venice, Matisse's birdcages overlooking the flower market at Nice, Gide on the seventeenth-century quais of Toulon, Lorca in Granada, Picasso by Saint-Germain-des-Pr?s: there lies civilization and for me it can exist only under those liberal regimes in which the Present is alive and therefore capable of assimilating the Past.
My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.
Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.
Last Update: January, 2020