Marcel Proust, Swann's Way (1913)
Oh, yes. We are doing
this, motherfucker.
You really have to make a conscious
effort to decide to read Proust. It is unlikely that you will just
wake up one fine day and casually think, you know what I want to do?
Read thirty-five hundred pages of navel-gazing by a neurotic
Frenchman. But you've gotta do it! What are you, some kind of
jerk?