Deep thoughts, pt. 2

...; certain places persist in remaining surrounded by the vassals of their own especial sovereignty, and will flaunt their immemorial insignia in the middle of a park, just as they would have done far from any human interference, in a solitude which must everywhere return to engulf them, springing up out of the necessities of their exposed position and superimposed on the work of man's hands.


This finishes the sentence begun in the previous post. And this is classic Proust: thick words, proceeding thickly, just as sure of their overarching sentiment as the reader, reading it, is unsure. Sometimes I have the patience to go back and re-read sentences like this in an effort to get at least a little closer to unlocking the essence of what he was trying to say. Other times I take a deep breath and say fuck it. Life is sometimes too short to be clear about every last one of Proust's crazy sentences.