2 hour game !
This is a travel memory : it's about me trying to quietly read Proust despite the distractions around me back in 2008 the first time I went to India.
controls : arrows, shift to jump
well if you reach the end of the book (I guess it would feel a little tedious) you can consider it a win.
SPOILER :
. Il suffisait que Mme Swann n'arrivât pas toute pareille au même moment, pour que l'Avenue fût autre. Les lieux que nous avons connus n'appartiennent pas qu'au monde de l'espace où nous les situons pour plus de facilité. Ils n'étaient qu'une mince tranche au milieu d'impressions contiguës qui formaient notre vie d'alors; le souvenir d'une certaine image n'est que le regret d'un certain instant; et les maisons, les routes, les avenues, sont fugitives, hélas, comme les années.
. It was enough that Swann had not happened just like it at the same time, so that was another avenue. The places we have known do not belong to that world of space where we situate for convenience. They were only a thin slice in the middle of contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a moment; and houses, roads, avenues, are fugitive, alas, as the years.
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Is there an end to this game?
Is there an end to this game?
well if you reach the end of
well if you reach the end of the book (I guess it would feel a little tedious) you can consider it a win.
SPOILER :
. Il suffisait que Mme Swann n'arrivât pas toute pareille au même moment, pour que l'Avenue fût autre. Les lieux que nous avons connus n'appartiennent pas qu'au monde de l'espace où nous les situons pour plus de facilité. Ils n'étaient qu'une mince tranche au milieu d'impressions contiguës qui formaient notre vie d'alors; le souvenir d'une certaine image n'est que le regret d'un certain instant; et les maisons, les routes, les avenues, sont fugitives, hélas, comme les années.
what
. It was enough that Swann had not happened just like it at the same time, so that was another avenue. The places we have known do not belong to that world of space where we situate for convenience. They were only a thin slice in the middle of contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a moment; and houses, roads, avenues, are fugitive, alas, as the years.
ok srsly what
Proust. Get over it
Proust. Get over it
That's only the end of
That's only the end of Swann's Way tho. What a hollow victory!
wait for sequels though
wait for sequels though
wait for sequels though
wait for sequels though