{"id":81,"date":"2008-02-13T22:52:29","date_gmt":"2008-02-14T03:52:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=81"},"modified":"2008-02-13T22:54:45","modified_gmt":"2008-02-14T03:54:45","slug":"my-cup-of-tea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=81","title":{"rendered":"My cup of tea"},"content":{"rendered":"
\r\nAnd once I had recognized\r\nthe taste of the crumb of madeleine\r\nsoaked in her decoction of lime-flowers\r\nwhich my aunt used to give me\r\n(although I did not yet know and must long postpone\r\nthe discovery of why this memory made me so happy)\r\nimmediately the old grey house\r\nupon the street, where her room was,\r\nrose up like the scenery of a theatre\r\nto attach itself to the little pavilion,\r\nopening on to the garden,\r\nwhich had been built out behind it for my parents\r\n(the isolated panel which until that moment\r\nhad been all that I could see);\r\nand with the house the town,\r\nfrom morning to night and in all weathers,\r\nthe Square where I was sent before luncheon,\r\nthe streets along which I used to run errands,\r\nthe country roads we took when it was fine.\r\nAnd just as the Japanese amuse themselves\r\nby filling a porcelain bowl with water\r\nand steeping in it little crumbs of paper\r\nwhich until then are without character or form,\r\nbut,\r\nthe moment they become wet,\r\nstretch themselves and bend,\r\ntake on colour and distinctive shape,\r\nbecome flowers or houses or people,\r\npermanent and recognisable,\r\nso in that moment all the flowers in our garden\r\nand in M. Swann's park,\r\nand the water-lilies on the Vivonne\r\nand the good folk of the village\r\nand their little dwellings\r\nand the parish church\r\nand the whole of Combray and of its surroundings,\r\ntaking their proper shapes and growing solid,\r\nsprang into being,\r\ntown and gardens alike,\r\nfrom my cup of tea.\r\n<\/big><\/em><\/pre>\n
– Marcel Proust (translated by \tC. K. Scott-Moncrieff)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
And once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long postpone the discovery of why this memory made me so happy) immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her … Continue reading “My cup of tea”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=81"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=81"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=81"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=81"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}