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‘A Small Place’ gets bigger

By Rosmelia K. Raymundo | January 26, 2003 - 12:00am

For every native of every place is a potential tourist, and every tourist is a native of somewhere. Every native everywhere lives a life of overwhelming and crushing banality and boredom and desperation and depression,...

Sunday Lifestyle

Possessing Proust’s ‘In Search of Lost Time’

By Charlie Samuya Veric | January 19, 2003 - 12:00am

Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time is a book I cannot possess. I have tried many times to read the novel but my attempts are marred, always, by failure. One can say that my constant visits to the sphere...

Sunday Lifestyle