Art derived from the most familiar reality does exist, and its range is perhaps the greatest. But it is none the less true that great interest, sometimes even beauty, can spring from actions which derive from a mode of thinking and feeling so remote from anything we feel, anything we believe, that we cannot even begin to understand them, that they unfold before us like an unexplained spectacle.
 Marcel Proust, The Prisoner (1923). copy citation

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Author Marcel Proust
Source The Prisoner
Topic beauty reality
Date 1923
Language English
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Note Translated by Carol Clark
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