Suddenly felt a powerful impulse to reread Proust's A la Recherche du Temps Perdu the other day. Similar to the impulse to reread Anthony Powell's A Dance to the Music of Time. Irresistible. But delaying until retirement when I'll want to read everything I've ever read all over again.
I usually don't think of myself as a particularly greedy person. But I am.
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