Has anyone ever finished Proust’s magnum opus? I read to the end of Volume 3 about two years ago and just cannot summon up the energy to read the rest of it.
“Fathers and sons, on the terraces, cheesy peas at half-time, pint for Dad, Mum’s at home making the tea. Aaah, everything’s all right with the world, isn’t it… Saturday afternoon is football, mm?”