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Happy Birthday Marcel Proust

Had he not died in 1922—or at any moment between then and now—Marcel Proust would be celebrating a record-breaking 150th birthday today. To mark the occasion, I thought I’d lower the tone and send you a letter from 1919 in which he complains of the sex noises coming through the walls of his apartment. This letter can be found in the book, Letters of Not…