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Warm weather always makes me nostalgic. Like most people, my summers are what I remember best from my childhood. It always seemed like the only time of the year when I had any control over myself and my time. In… Continue Reading →

For the majority of my life I’ve had the very vivid but very ridiculous memory of Elmo and Kermit the Frog walking slowly down a foggy street on their way to a murder spree. I can still see the dented… Continue Reading →

On page 245, the narrator sees Mme de Guermantes for the first time, taking particular note of her red face and the pimple on the corner of her nose. At first, he is extremely disappointed in how ordinarily human she seems…. Continue Reading →