Proust wrote famously long sentences -- I think one of them sprawls over a full page and a half. He also wrote some great and somewhat short sentences, which I've been writing on my refrigerator marker board and illustrating lately. Here are a couple of them, both from the Lydia Davis translation of
Swann's Way:
"For one cannot change, that is to say become another person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one no longer is."
"There are arduous mountainous days which one spends an infinite time climbing, and downward-sloping days which one can descend at full tilt singing."
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