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grown almost ugly

Solipsism on dreary beaches…
Jamie Lyons, Santa Cruz, Marcel Proust, Dreary Beaches, grown almost ugly

 
When she was like this, when no smile filled her eyes or opened up her face, I cannot describe the devastating monotony that stamped her melancholy eyes and sullen features.  Her face, grown almost ugly, reminded me then of those dreary beaches where the sea, ebbing far out, wearies one with its faint shimmering, everywhere the same, encircled by an immutable low horizon.
Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

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