now tried to bring out from the storehouse of my memory
other « snapshots », particularly those I had taken
in Venice, but just the word snapshot alone made it all as wearisome to
me as an exhibition of photographs, and I felt within myself no more
inclination or talent for describing now what I had seen years before
than I felt yesterday for describing what I was at that very moment
gazing upon with a painstaking and listless eye."
Marcel Proust, The