Quotes from Proust XXXIV: It is rarely that our own errors and absurdities make us more indulgent to those of others

It is rarely that our own errors and absurdities, even when we have penetrated to the truth behind them, make us more indulgent to those of others.

He was no more than a ruin now, a magnificent ruin— or perhaps not even a ruin but a beautiful and romantic natural object, a rock in a tempest. Lashed on all sides by the surrounding waves— waves of suffering, of wrath at being made to suffer, of the rising tide of death— his face, like a crumbling block of marble, preserved the style and the poise which I had always admired; it might have been one of those fine antique heads, eaten away and hopelessly damaged, which you are proud nevertheless to have as an ornament for your study.

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