Last night I dreamt that I went to tutoring with my #literature professor, someone whom I admired greatly (entirely fictional character).

We were casually talking #books and getting along very well. Then he asked me what I was reading at the moment. I said volume three of Proust’s “In Search of Lost time”, and his face changed immediately.

He looked very serious, and told me we’d go right then to my place to grab the book and burn it, because it was a waste of time. It was clearly all in good spirits, and he was playing a certain role to amuse me — but at the same time there was no doubt in my mind that he was intent on doing what he had said.

So I had to play along. We walked together to my place, while I questioned him. He explained to me that yes, Proust is indeed good, but that investing so much time in reading >4,000 very dense pages was simply not rational. Very poor ROI. I kinda agreed and felt somewhat relieved of my self-imposed burden of reading the entire series, although I hated the idea of halting the project and burning the book (never mind that I’m reading on an e-reader!).

#MissEntropy walked me up at that moment, and so I don’t know what was going to happen in my #dream.

And so I’ll have to keep on reading #Proust.