Photographers Unknown, Collection: Inclined to be Reclined

“He spent long and charming hours reclining and have a tete-a-tete with himself, the only guest he had neglected to ask to supper in his lifetime. He tried to adorn his suffering body, to lean in resignation on the windowsill, gazing at the sea, a melancholy joy. With ardent sadness he comtemplated the scene of his death for a long time, endlessly revising it like a work of art and surrounding it with images of this world, images that still imbued his thoughts, but that, already slipping away from him in his gradual departure, became vague and beautiful.”

-Marcel Proust, Pleasures and Days