“ A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain. ”
Marcel Proust, Swann's Way (1913). copy citation
Author | Marcel Proust |
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Source | Swann's Way |
Topic | music rain |
Date | 1913 |
Language | English |
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Note | Translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff |
Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/7178/7178-h/7178-h.htm |