Marcel Proust. "In search of lost time." About love.

Very often I come across a cultural case that the naked body parts immediately, the observer is thrown into the abyss of love. And this convinced young women who are trying to attract young men by partial or complete denudation of women's charms.

Moreover, they are jealous of young men and, being feminists, forced them instead of shorts to wear breeches. Every time I, faced with this delirium, recommend reading Proust, getting for it curses and accusations of impropriety.

Oh my God! What a difficult understanding of the subject!

The Marquis de Saint-Loup went to the theater, his comprehension space was bored by the craving for high art, falling into the sublime, the soul demanded localization. And Rachelle, who was given the heavenly conduct, had to come under this affair.

Perception of the beautiful crystallized and precipitated in the form of love for Rachelle. What does her charm have to do with what happened to Sen Lu? No one! Moreover, Marcel visiting the house of lust had the opportunity to contemplate not only Rachelle, but also its cost - 20 francs.

In his eyes, Sen Lu gave the 20 franc to the girl insanely expensive jewelry, he ran after her in search of a meeting. The devil intensified the passion of a madman, blinded by a high feeling, running away from him. The theme of running away from the lover began for Marcel from the relationship between Odette and Swann, went through the relations of Sen Lu and Rachelle, stumbled in his attitude towards Gilberte, the Duchess Hermant and Albertine.

Runaway is the driver that drives Marcel's love passion to the extreme, puts his soul on the map: the pan or the disappeared. Either understanding arose or the soul died. Having squeezed into understanding in such an interesting way, putting himself on the map, Proust begins to see that all his love is a mode of deeper attitude towards himself.

And women, in which he was in love - the goddess of love, for the rapid evasion of which are not themselves, but the life that determines his inner feelings. The harder and more insanely Marcel followed them, the more he fell into the embrace of his fundamental quality.

At the beginning of the novel, little Marcel waits for the mother's kiss and suffers from waiting and loneliness. His family dine with Swan in the garden, French night envelops their images, they touch the plates with a fork and this knock is given in the heart of the child, as if they pierce a part of his soul with the forks.

The need for a mother's kiss is also a mode, which determines all further relations between Marcel and the Women. This mode - "I can not be alone." If Sen Lu moved to the Procrustean bed of love through a sense of beauty, then Marcel got there through his feature.

Each of us gets here with his modus, runs along the curved territories of the funnel of fate, which pushes everyone to the essence of his self. And it repeats endlessly.

Marcel managed to get out of this vicious circle, will I succeed?

They sit in the train compartment of Marcel and Albertina, Proust looks at her lover and sees how from his glance the image of Albertina flows and envelops her body, which is opposite.

He asks himself: whom do I love?

Albertine or the image created by myself?

What have the bare parts of the body of young girls and boys?

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