Seems to me there's passage somewhere in Proust, quite possibly in the "Overture" to Swann's Way, about some people being like a train approaching, tiny and on the horizon at first, then getting bigger, till they're roaring down upon you. But it may be my imagination.
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Date: 2007-04-25 09:29 pm (UTC)