I don’t understand the meaning of Cat’s last line… could someone please explain it?
… and I’m near-sighted, far-sighted, and short-sighted.
Last line: I’m not sure it has a single meaning. To me it means that time has the very distant past and yesterday and everything in between.
So haunting and lovely. I would LOVE to buy this as a print.
Or is it memory that provides (and distorts) distance?
To me, Cat’s last line is a reminder that “smaller” girl wasn’t wrong, but nor is bigger girl. Time is experienced as memory, and memory doesn’t deal with time in a particularly linear way.
For hating on Proust so much, Dorothy does tend to dwell on similar themes…
to me, cat is comic relief
i don’t know what you people are ever talking about
‘what is time?’… ooo all of a sudden i feel sick :(