I remember reading once that on cold winter days when he would walk to the Faure’s house in Paris his mother would put hot potatoes in his coat pockets to keep the frail boy’s hands warm.
As I mentioned yesterday, it was not Proust who created the famous questionnaire although today many credit it to him. Let’s say merci mille fois to him for keeping it ever relevant and fascinating. Often it accomplishes what it was supposedly invented to do, i.e. fill out a personality portrait of the responder who answers a series of very specific questions constructed to reveal one’s desires, feelings, thoughts and predilections.
Q: What do you appreciate most in your friends?
A: To have tenderness for me, if their personage is exquisite enough to render quite high the price of their tenderness.
Q: What is your favorite occupation?
Q: What is your idea of happiness?
A: I am afraid it be not great enough; I dare not speak it. I am afraid of destroying it by speaking it.
Q: What is your idea of misery, your greatest misfortune?
A: Not to have known my mother or grandmother.
Q: If not yourself, who would you like to be?
A: Myself as the people whom I admire would like me to be.
Q: Where would you like to live? In what country would you like to live?
A: A country where certain things that I should like would come true as though by magic, and where tenderness would always be reciprocated.
Q: For what fault have you the most toleration, faults for which you have the most indulgence?
A: Those that I understand.
Q: What is your present state of mind?
A: Boredom from having thought about myself to answer all of these questions.
Q: How do you wish/want to die?
A: Improved — and loved.
|Anoinette, whose father, Félix Faure was president of France from 1895 until his death in 1899.|
More tomorrow, but with a different approach and questions for us to answer. Are you up for this? I promise to play with you. After all, Proust and Antoinette were just playing.