“To create is to live twice. The anxious groping search of a man like Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers and tapestries and states of anguish has no other meaning.” Albert Camus
Marcel Proust was born on July 10, 1871, and so would be 138 years old on this, the anniversary of his birth. Was his search an anxious groping one, as Camus says? Was this the only meaning of Proust’s search, to live twice? Or to live once, forever?