Mom: It is virtue rewarded! It's a marriage from the end of a novel by Georges Sand!
Son (to himself): It's the wages of sin, it's the marriage from the end of a novel by Balzac!
So the home stretch is in view, and I will be needing Finding Time Again pretty soon, though I appear to have missed out on my chance of getting a hardback copy. Silly me. I should probably get up to snuff and read Madame Bovary and jump on the Bibliogoth bandwagon, but I think I will not be able to get through that book before the end of the month as Proust must be completed first.
Ooh, another Proust blogger! (Isn't it odd to think that someone could be so crazy in love with someone and not bother going to their funeral or to see their grave? It did make me wonder.)
Today: Hairspray and fretting about my work permit.