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Philosophical Perspective
Joshua Landy*
I
n his monumental novel, Marcel Proust sets himself an equally
monumental task: to extract unity from a Self which is not just
multiple but, so to speak, doubly multiple.1 Bringing together two
strands of philosophical-psychological inquiry, Proust suggests that each
individual is fractured both synchronically, into a set of faculties or
drives, and diachronically, into a series of distinct organizations and
orientations of those faculties or drives, varying according to the phase
of life (or even the time of day). He thus places his narrator, and indeed
his reader, in a dual predicament.2 Not only do we change over time, he
implies, so that it is difficult to pinpoint a common factor which would
grant us the “personal identity” we seek (a term made popular by Locke,
Hume, and their followers), but we cannot achieve unanimity within
ourselves at any given moment. In fact, the synchronic multiplicity is
even greater than Proust’s sources (from Plato and Augustine to the
French moralistes) acknowledge, since on his model the diachronic
becomes synchronic: our various incarnations do not simply replace one
another but remain with us forever, in the background of our conscious-
ness, forming a complex geological structure of several superposed
strata.
It would be a prodigious feat of escapology if Proust’s narrator,
traditionally dubbed “Marcel,” were to emerge from the above con-
straints clutching intact a convincing version of selfhood. Like any such
version, his has to satisfy two conditions, namely coherence (identity
with oneself) and uniqueness (distinction from other individuals).
Marcel, in other words, has to find an element which sets him apart from
other human beings, but which, unlike for example his love for Gilberte,
is permanent; or, conversely, an element which guarantees a continuity
across time and which, unlike for example his need to breathe, is
peculiar to him. For a very long time he despairs of ever satisfying the
twofold requirement: “my life appeared to me,” he laments, “as something
*R. Lanier Anderson provided invaluable comments and suggestions on this paper. I am
also grateful to Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht for his extremely helpful advice.
I
1. Synchronic Division: Faculties and Drives
My brain [intelligence] assessed this pleasure at a very low value now that it was
assured. But, inside, my will [volonté] did not for a moment share this illusion,
that will which is the persevering and unalterable servant of our successive
personalities; hidden away in the shadow, despised, downtrodden, untiringly
faithful, toiling incessantly, and with no thought for the variability of the self, to
ensure that the self may never lack what is needed. . . . It is as invariable as the
intelligence and the sensibility [sensibilité] are fickle, but since it is silent, gives no
account of its actions, it seems almost non-existent; it is by its dogged determina-
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tion that the other constituent parts of our personality are led, but without
seeing it, whereas they distinguish clearly all their own uncertainties. So my
intelligence and my sensibility began a discussion as to the real value of the
pleasure that there would be in knowing Albertine. . . . But my will would not let
the hour pass at which I must start, and it was Elstir’s address that it called out to
the driver. (BG 614–15)
There are, in short, at least three faculties sharing the Self between them
at any one moment, a triad of will, sensibility, and intellect which may
owe something to the Cartesian model. Not only do the faculties
frequently come into conflict, as when intellect clashes with instinct for
power over the Self’s overall attitude towards a subject (the two
“hypotheses”), or when will bypasses them both in situations of decision
making; they may even remain periodically unaware of each other’s
operations, if not existence—all of which poses a severe threat to any
project of self-unification.
I was not one man only, but as it were the march-past of a composite army in
which there were passionate men, indifferent men, jealous men [des passionnés,
des indifférents, des jaloux]—jealous men not one of whom was jealous of the same
woman. And no doubt it would be from this that one day would come the cure
for which I had no wish. In a composite mass, the elements may one by one,
without our noticing it, be replaced by others . . . until in the end a change has
been brought about which it would be impossible to conceive if we were a single
person. (F 660, on Albertine)
What exactly is, then, the nature of all these subsidiary selves? While a
few may be inborn or even hereditary (GW 547), on the whole it would
appear that the Self begins life as more of a tabula rasa than a genetically
preprogrammed construction. Those characteristics we inherit from our
ancestors (such as the tic, held in common by the homosexual Charlus
and his heterosexual brother, of nervously twisting the wrist) are
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3. Proust’s Predicament
II
1. The “True Self”: Temperament, Taste, and Style
(i) Involuntary Memory
impressions had enjoyed them because they had in them something that
was common to a day long past and to the present, because in some way
they were extratemporal, and this being . . . [was itself] outside time”
(TR 262). Although the “being” thus revealed remains indistinct for
now, the mere notion of its existence is cause enough for joy.22
(ii) Perspective
Albertine from the sea at Balbec (GW 480, 496; C 81; TR 216 27), and
Mlle/Mme de Stermaria from the île de Bretagne (BG 365–66; GW 528–
29). Yet to claim that jeunes filles and fleurs are analogous merely because
one class contracts its aura from the other would be to put the cart
before the horse: surely it is because the two are initially connected in
Marcel’s mind that it is possible for the magic charge to flow so easily
from one to the other, as across a pure conductor. Of the numerous
areas of reality contiguous with young girls, the perspective selects flowers
as a necessary counterpart—necessary, that is, within the world of a
particular individual.
The genuine impact of involuntary memory thus turns out to be
related to its unveiling of a hidden faculty within the Self. The simple act
of remembering, and remembering from within—not just the facts of an
experience (dates, times, names, places), as if it belonged to another
person, but the subjective component, the way in which our tastebuds
receive information, the way (more importantly) in which we put things
together—offers the sudden tantalizing glimpse of a possible identity
consistent over time, and thus a partial and preliminary satisfaction of
the ontological and epistemological criteria: involuntary memory indi-
cates the existence of, and provides access to, a unique and diachronically
stable self.28 Specific to the individual (contra Kant) but also unitary and
enduring (contra Nietzsche), the Proustian temperament is exactly the
combination Marcel has been seeking.
It also provides a powerful response to David Hume’s typically
dogmatic-slumber-shattering question. For Hume, the individual has a
type of effective identity, as a “chain of causes and effects” (HN 262), but
possesses no inner coherence, no common element shared among the
various impressions which make up the mind. “The identity, which we
ascribe to the mind of man, is only a fictitious one,” Hume writes (HN
259); it is “nothing but a bundle or collection of different perceptions,
which succeed each other with an inconceivable rapidity, and are in a
perpetual flux” (HN 252); “there is properly not simplicity in it at one
time, nor identity in different” (HN 253). Hence “when I enter most
intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular
perception or other. . . . I can never catch myself . . . without a perception.
. . . When my perceptions are remov’d for any time, as by sound sleep; so
long am I insensible of myself, and may truly be said not to exist” (HN
252). Proust (and others) might well think Hume is taking esse percipi a
little too far here. More importantly, Proust would doubtless agree with
Ricoeur29 that Hume, whether wittingly or unwittingly, is in the above
passage presupposing the very entity whose existence he denies. For if
there is no me to be found, who is the I who is “always” looking for it?
There must surely be a secret site of constancy after all in the “mind of
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man,” a part of ourself which can never be seen since it is always doing
the seeing, something through which, and never at which, we stare.
“Throughout the whole course of one’s life,” Marcel confirms, “one’s
egoism sees before it all the time the objects that are of concern to the
self, but never takes in that ‘I’ itself which is perpetually observing them”
(F 628). Marcel has to wait many years before discovering his je (the
madeleine episode, although early on in the novel, is chronologically
situated towards the end, in between the visit to Tansonville and the
climactic Guermantes matinée); and as for David Hume, it would seem
that he never did so.
(iii) Style
Now that involuntary memory has sketched the outline of the true
self, all that remains is to fill in its specific details, to give a content to the
form. Since the temperament, as we have seen, cannot be perceived
directly—involuntary memory may indicate its existence, but can give few
hints as to its nature—in order to register the latter we need to work
back from its effects, from the template we project upon to the
indifferent material of our life and loves, the “negative” of our personal-
ity, as Marcel puts it, just waiting to be “developed.” To take one
example, our various choices of partner shed light on the temperament
which has, unbeknownst to us, been making the decisions all the time:
“If . . . Albertine might be said to echo something of the old original
Gilberte, that is because a certain similarity exists, although the type
evolves, between all the women we successively love, a similarity that is
due to the fixity of our own temperament, which chooses them. . . . They
are, these women, a product of our temperament, an image, an inverted
projection, a negative of our sensibility” (BG 647). Lest we think he is
referring to an objective trait shared by the two women, Marcel
immediately goes on to point out how minimal the significance of
objective traits is (even that of Albertine’s soft hands, say, or Gilberte’s
dark eyes) when set beside the imaginary aura with which we endow the
Gilbertes and Albertines of this world. In fact it is precisely because there
is nothing inherently special about any potential or actual lover—a
source, at times, of exquisite anxiety—that the subjective investment
becomes so clearly visible.
I had guessed long ago . . . that when we are in love with a woman we simply
project on to her a state of our own soul; that consequently the important thing
is not the worth of the woman but the profundity of the state; and that the
emotions which a perfectly ordinary girl arouses in us can enable us to bring to
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the surface of our consciousness some of the innermost parts of our being . . . .
(BG 563–64)
. . . we end by noticing that, after all those vain endeavours which have led to
nothing, something solid subsists, [namely] what it is that we love. (GW 529)
The view of art implied here is, of course, highly formalist in nature.
It suggests that it is not the choice of subject matter that counts but the
index of refraction, “genius consisting in reflecting power and not in the
intrinsic quality of the scene reflected” (BG 176). Even if an artist wishes
to create in the autobiographical mode, therefore, he or she can do
without painting a self-portrait: “an artist has no need to express his
thought directly in his work for the latter to reflect its quality” (GW 568).
His or her essential nature will come through willy-nilly in the style, as
Bergotte’s for instance does in “le Bergotte,” and everything else—all
the factual information about lineage, education, loves, and losses—is
mere accidens. Anything one can communicate directly is not worth
communicating (GW 540). Indeed anything one can communicate to
oneself, anything one can know immediately, may well fall (as Nietzsche
thought) into the same category:
Man, like every living being, thinks continually without knowing it; the thinking
that rises to consciousness is only the smallest part of all this—the most superficial
and worst part—for only this conscious thinking takes the form of words. . . . [Now]
consciousness does not really belong to man’s individual existence but rather to
his social or herd nature. . . . Consequently, given the best will in the world . . .
to “know ourselves,” each of us will always succeed in becoming conscious only
of what is not individual but “average.” . . . Fundamentally, all our actions are
altogether incomparably personal, unique, and infinitely individual; there is no
doubt of that. But as soon as we translate them into consciousness they no longer
seem to be.31
The true self, in other words, cannot be expressed in but only revealed
through language. It is not just perspective but first and foremost style;32
which is why, contre Sainte-Beuve and with Mallarmé, the writerly persona
is more authentic than the empirical human being. (Of Bergotte, for
example, Marcel writes that “in his books . . . he was really himself” [BG
180].) As a musician of words, one is able to discover the true locus of
coherence and uniqueness within oneself in “that song, different from
those of other singers, similar to [one’s] own . . . that distinctive strain
the sameness of which—for whatever its subject it remains identical with
itself—proves the permanence of the elements that compose [one’s]
soul” (C 342–43). And one is finally able to communicate—to oneself as
well, potentially, as to others—one’s idiosyncratic view of the world, thus
resolving the final difficulty, that of representation.
able to emerge from ourselves, to know what another person sees of a universe
which is not the same as our own. . . . Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world
only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as
many worlds as there are original artists, worlds more different one from the
other than those which revolve in infinite space. (TR 299)
All the residuum of reality which we are obliged to keep to ourselves, which
cannot be transmitted in talk, even from friend to friend, from master to
disciple, from lover to mistress, that ineffable something which differentiates
qualitatively what each of us has felt and what he is obliged to leave behind at the
threshold of the phrases in which he can communicate with others only by
limiting himself to externals, common to all and of no interest—are brought out
by art, the art of a Vinteuil like that of an Elstir, which exteriorizes in the colors
of the spectrum the intimate composition of those worlds which we call
individuals and which, but for art, we should never know. . . . The only true
voyage . . . would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the
universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred
universes that each of them sees, that each of them is; and this we can do with an
Elstir, with a Vinteuil; with men like these we do really fly from star to star.
(C 343)33
It is here that Proust, who has so far more or less kept company with
Friedrich Nietzsche, finally moves beyond him, and, at the same stroke,
beyond Marcel. Nietzsche, while starting from the same premises as does
Proust—first, as we just saw, that a direct, straightforwardly expressive
autobiography is impossible; second, that every philosophy is an “uncon-
scious memoir” on the part of its writer (BGE 6; compare to GW 402)—
surprisingly fails to draw the same conclusion, and ends up writing Ecce
Homo, against his “habits” and better judgment.34 Marcel, too, indulges
in self-description; from his point of view, we should not forget, the
Recherche is the story of his journey towards literary inspiration rather
than an example of its results.35 Proust, on the other hand, writes a
novel.36
We shall return to the relationship between Proust and Marcel in due
course. In the meantime, we should take stock of where we have arrived
in order to determine the distance which still remains before we can
truly resolve the Qui suis-je? question as posed by the former. The chief
result so far is that the enduring quality within us is not a desire for
something specific, a fact to which the sequence of objects of attention,
red-heads (Gilberte), blondes (Mme de Guermantes), and brunettes
(Albertine) from duchesse to blanchisseuse, eloquently attests; nor yet a
belief in something specific (such as a life after death, about which
Marcel cannot make up his mind—see, for example, SW 1, BG 399, SG
38, C 245–46, and TR 524); nor, finally, a project (as we found earlier,
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The story does not quite end there, however. Marcel’s encomium to
the aesthetic biography ends on a note of caution: “life . . . realized
within the confines of a book! How happy would he be, I thought, the
man who had the power to write such a book! [But] What a task awaited
him! . . . In long books of this kind there are parts which there has been
time only to sketch, parts which, because of the very amplitude of the
architect’s plan, will no doubt never be completed. How many great
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cathedrals remain unfinished!” (TR 508). There are in fact very good
reasons why the “edifice” of the Self may never be completed. First of all
(to continue the metaphor), changes may affect it during the course of
its building: a wing may be irreparably damaged by an earthquake, say;
or the nave may be enhanced by a donation of priceless Rembrandts. We
may, to speak less figuratively, fall in love, or learn an unpleasant truth
about a friend, in which case, thanks to the addition or subtraction of a
single element, the overall shape of our Self has to be radically
reconceived. Indeed, aspects which already formed a part of it but
seemed so minor as to escape attention suddenly take on the appear-
ance of cornerstones. Imagine a man writing the story of his youth, of a
time when he was so in love with a certain woman that he spurned
several opportunities to meet others. He is unlikely to list the people he
did not meet; their number is legion, many have been forgotten, and
what counts, after all, is that for the sake of which they were sacrificed.
But should that man later meet one of them, fall in love with her, make
her his prisoner in Paris . . . then that man, of course, would be Marcel.
Because of his lingering love for Gilberte, he passes up a visit to the
Bontemps whose niece, a young Albertine Simonet, is in town (BG 277);
the only reason he bothers to mention them at all is that he knows the
relinquished encounter will gain a retrospective significance from later
events.
In order to impose the kind of narrative unity one desires upon one’s
life, one needs, as with any story, an ending from which to work back,
from which to understand the meaning of the several events contained
within it. Confessional narratives call on exactly that structuring prin-
ciple, by stating or implying that the moment of conversion marks a
rupture in life so radical as to be considered a “death.”48 Even in Proust
there is an Augustinian atmosphere in the final pages, the epiphanic
experience being followed by a removal from life (see SG 518; GW 428).
Nonetheless, there also seems to be an awareness that the time of
ultimate clarity never arrives. After all, the type of event which marks a
hiatus in existence may well be an internal one, a re-evaluation of
preexisting data (say Albertine’s known activities) which turns certain
half-forgotten details (say one of Albertine’s stray remarks) into crucial
evidence (SG 275; C 107; compare C 205).
Instead of a cathedral, then, one should visualize an inordinately vast
labyrinth, full of hidden recesses and in any case so huge as to resist
overall apprehension at any given instant: “no matter at what moment
we consider it, our total soul has only a more or less fictitious value, in
spite of the rich inventory of its assets, for now some, now others are
unrealizable” (SG 211; compare BG 141). Perhaps, indeed, there are
some corners which always remain hidden from us (SG 646). Two of
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her life (subsequent to her dame en rose, “Miss Sacripant” and Odette de
Crécy phases) that she discovers, and invents, her personal style. “Odette
had at length discovered, or invented, a physiognomy of her own, an
unalterable ‘character,’ a ‘style of beauty,’ and on her uncoordinated
features . . . had now set this fixed type, as it were an immortal
youthfulness,” judges Marcel (BG 264–65). “Odette’s body seemed now
to be cut out in a single silhouette wholly confined within a ‘line’ which
. . . was able to rectify, by a bold stroke, the errors of nature” (BG 264–
65). So successful is she, in fact, that she is still immediately recognizable
years later, unlike any other guest at the Guermantes matinée: “Only
perhaps Mme de Forcheville . . . had not changed” (TR 366–67). The
reason that Odette’s achievement counts both as discovery and as
invention hinges, as we saw earlier, on the two senses of the word “style.”
As a perspective, it is a genuinely existing quantity which Odette must
first locate; as a specific, externally visible organization of her various
“uncoordinated features,” predicated on that perspective, it is a work of
art and indeed artfulness, correcting the imperfections of nature. Using
her own body as the material for an organic, extratextual “artwork,” and
rigorously obeying a law that she herself has set (BG 293), Odette is the
very figure of the dandy in the Recherche. And in all of this she obeys
Nietzsche’s dictum, doing the one thing that (in a sardonic allusion to
Luke 10:42) he claims is “needful,” and in precisely the way he suggests:
Proust does not have Marcel say it—perhaps he cannot—but the end-
goal of the quest, the solution to the twofold problem of the Self, is not
involuntary memory, not metaphor, and not even la vie réalisée dans un
livre (Proust’s novel is, after all, not the autobiographical fiction Marcel
has in mind). There is a further stage to be reached beyond it, namely
the process of giving style to one’s character in everyday life, reinterpret-
ing, concealing, foregrounding, even inventing elements de toutes pièces if
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Try for once to justify your existence as it were a posteriori by setting before
yourself an aim, a goal, a “to this end,” an exalted and noble “to this end.” Perish
in pursuit of this and only this—I know of no better aim of life than that of
perishing, animae magnae prodigus, in pursuit of the great and the impossible.
(HL 9)
ideal telos from which one projects, “as it were a posteriori,” consistency
and indeed purpose into a life of chaos and contingency. One manages
to speak as it were from beyond the grave, to write one’s own epitaph;
but always in the awareness that this is a fantasy, and a transitional one at
that. As one’s own artwork, one is always to some extent a work in
progress (GS 367). Each substantial addition to or subtraction from the
material of our life, that growing mass of unrelated part-selves which go
to make up our Self, necessarily involves a revision of the overall picture
and of its vanishing point.
Again it must be conceded that Proust is rather reticent, far more so
even than Nietzsche, in outlining the image of a life lived as if it were a
work of art. We have reached the area of greatest speculation, one to
which only the internal ironies of the Recherche, and the external
discrepancies between it and what we may postulate about Proust’s
actual project, can drive us. All we can know is that the hesitant
bildungsroman Proust delivers is hardly the novel saturated with meta-
phor and self-confidence that Marcel promises us; and that there is
simply too much else in it besides autobiography, whether actual or
fictional. The discussions of Parisian high society, the Dreyfus affair, the
Great War, and so on may, like anything else, reveal Marcel’s tempera-
ment, but it is hard to see how they could serve to bring his disparate
selves (let alone those of Proust) into a harmonious whole. I would
therefore propose that we see the novel not as Proust’s own life “realized
in a book,” all of its individual acts and aspects forged into a unity, but
precisely as one more act in that life. If it ends up imprinting a type of
aesthetic order and justification on his existence, it does so not by
transforming it directly into literature but by giving it a retrospective
meaning as the preparation for this great work. It is neither an
autobiography nor yet a model for how to write one but, instead, an
example of the type of perfection, always still to come—the novel can
never be completed, and Marcel’s is barely begun by the time Proust’s
ends, or rather breaks off—which we have to posit if we are to consider
ourselves the possessors of a unified Self. To the artist, each successive
artwork is, like a carefully chosen outfit for the dandy, merely the
outward sign of a single coherent organization of the inner Self, an
organization which, like Elstir’s style, may well change over time and
which, like the great nineteenth-century novel, is always something of a
failure.
Proust, it seems to me, understands more clearly than Marcel the
instrumental and transitional role of fiction writing, its function as a
stepping-stone on the path to becoming who one is, rather than as that
activity itself; his Recherche represents, in fact, not so much a way of
siphoning life off into the literary realm as a single part of an inverse
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NOTES
1 Throughout this paper I capitalize the word “Self” when referring to the overall
structure of an individual consciousness, as distinct from the individual incarnations
(lower-case “selves”) which populate it. In Proust these are “le moi” (or “moi-même”) and
“les moi” respectively (see, for example, Within a Budding Grove, p. 255, which speaks of the
“slow and painful suicide of that self which loved Gilberte [du moi qui en moi-même aimait
Gilberte]”). Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, 6 vols., tr. C. K. Scott Moncrieff, Terence
Kilmartin, D. J. Enright (New York, 1992–93); hereafter cited in text by individual volume:
Swann’s Way [SW ], Within a Budding Grove [BG], The Guermantes Way [GW], Sodom and
Gomorrah [SG], The Captive [C], The Fugitive [F], Time Regained [TR]. I have occasionally
modified the English translation in order to bring it into line with the original French.
2 It will be important to the later stages of the present paper that author (Proust) and
narrator (“Marcel”) are not equivalent. They do, however, go hand in hand up to a certain
stage before parting company, and the early sections will reflect this largely shared attitude
to the question of selfhood. It is of course extremely difficult to disentangle the two
threads from one another; although it is clear that there is an ironic gap between author
and narrator, the function and scope of such irony are far from unambiguous. In general,
I proceed on the principle that Proust shares his narrator’s views except where these are
obviously challenged, either by directly conflicting claims or by the course of events.
3 See Leo Bersani, Marcel Proust: The Fictions of Life and Art (Oxford, 1965), hereafter
cited in text as FLA; Jonathan Dancy, “New Truths in Proust,” Modern Language Review, 90
(Winter, 1995), 18–28; Marcel Muller, Les Voix narratives dans la Recherche du temps perdu
(Geneva, 1965).
4 See Gerard Genette, “Proust palimpseste,” in Figures (Paris, 1966), pp. 39–67, Figures II
(Paris, 1969), and Figures III (Paris, 1972); Gaetan Picon, Lecture de Proust (Paris, 1995
[1963]); Georges Poulet, Etudes sur le temps humain I (Paris, 1952), hereafter cited in text as
ET, L’Espace proustien (Paris, 1963), and “Marcel Proust,” in Etudes sur le temps humain IV:
Mesure de l’instant (Paris, 1968), pp. 299–335; Derwent May, Proust (Oxford, 1983);
Malcolm Bowie, Proust Among the Stars (London, 1998); Roger Shattuck, Marcel Proust
(Princeton, 1982), hereafter cited in text as MP. Roger Shattuck is confident (a) that the
crucial division lies in the faculties, (b) that it consists in two main parts of the soul
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(intelligence and intuition), and (c) that these two may be brought into alignment in the
manner advocated by the ancient Greeks (Marcel Proust, p. 127)—not one of which seems
an unproblematic assumption, as will become clear in what follows. Malcolm Bowie does
reproduce a crucial line from Proust indicating the existence of diachronic selves (“what
we suppose to be our love or our jealousy . . . is composed of an infinity of successive loves”
[Proust Among the Stars, p. 20]), but he nevertheless speaks of the multiple self in its
synchronic dimension alone (see, for example, pp. 5, 10). Indeed he would like, if at all
possible, to diminish it still further, to a dimensionless void, “a vacancy awaiting substance
and structure” (p. 10). When he also cites Proust’s protagonist as claiming that an artwork
conveys the essence of its creator (p. 19), he leaves one wondering what kind of essence a
“vacancy” could possess.
The vacancy model is one which Leo Bersani explicitly rejects as an early, discarded
hypothesis on the part of Proust’s narrator: “the self so meticulously analyzed in the
narrative of A la Recherche is anything but an ‘empty apparatus’” (Marcel Proust: The Fiction
of Life and of Art, p. 107). Bersani’s brilliant and painstaking analysis, which overlaps at
many junctures with my own, nevertheless reduces the synchronic division to mere
“emotional background”—that is, causal explanation—for the diachronic (see especially
p. 52).
5 In Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity (Cambridge, 1989), Richard Rorty writes: “Proust
thought that if memory could retrieve what created us, that retrieval itself would be
tantamount to becoming what one was” (p. 118). It is far from clear what Rorty
understands by “what one [is],” since he also thinks that Proust “rid himself of the fear that
there was an antecedent truth about himself, a real essence” (p. 103). I will argue that
there is, on Proust’s view, an innate essence to each individual; but that this essence does
not by any means constitute a truth about the whole Self.
6 In Malcolm Bowie’s view, the problems of selfhood “can have and need have no
solutions” (Proust Among the Stars, pp. 5, 2). Richard Terdiman, having first written off “the
self which Proust defines as highest” as “a false self” and Proust’s proposed resolution as,
in consequence, “a false resolution” (The Dialectics of Isolation: Self and Society in the French
Novel from the Realists to Proust [New Haven, 1976], pp. 246–47), later goes on to reject
involuntary memory for good measure: “I am convinced that large numbers of Proust’s
readers have never truly believed that the phenomena [sic] Proust described was real
enough to occupy the conceptual space he attributes to it” (Present Past: Modernity and the
Memory Crisis [Ithaca, NY, 1993], p. 237). And Gilles Deleuze, whose complex analysis
incorporates both the synchronic and the diachronic aspects of self-division, likewise
seems somewhat to underestimate Proust’s response to both (Proust et les signes [Paris,
1964]; see especially pp. 145, 192). For him, Proust’s world is a world in fragments. The
two côtés, he claims, are not really connected, just linked by “transversals” (p. 184); even
travel does not unite disparate sites but “n’affirme en commun que leur différence elle-
même” (p. 137). Now while this may apply to train travel, the very opposite is true of
automobile rides, as Marcel makes quite explicit (Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah, pp. 549–50;
the same amendment would also apply to Georges Poulet, L’Espace proustien, p. 93).
Similarly, it is on foot that Marcel discovers the geographical continuity of Méséglise and
Guermantes (Proust, Time Regained, pp. 3–4), after having witnessed their social inter-
permeability in the Cambremer-d’Oloron marriage (Proust, The Fugitive, p. 913). When, at
last, Mlle de Saint-Loup offers living proof that the two côtés are not as distinct as Marcel
once thought, the evidence comes first and foremost in the form of “high roads,” and only
secondarily as “transversals” (Time Regained, p. 502). For these and other reasons, it is
difficult to accept Deleuze’s final verdict.
7 Jonathan Dancy phrases the question, at least in its diachronic aspect, extremely
succinctly (New Truths in Proust, p. 20). He appears, however, not quite to understand the
the proustian self in philosophical perspective 125
24 “Leibniz allows that each monad, while reflecting the entire universe, adds to it
something of its own [quelque chose de particulier]” (The Guermantes Way, p. 656). Marcel is
presumably referring to Monadology sec. 57: “Just as the same city viewed from different
directions appears entirely different and, as it sere, multiplied perspectively, in just the
same way it happens that, because of the infinite number of simple substances, there are,
as it were, just as many different universes, which are, nevertheless, only perspectives on a
single one, corresponding to the different points of view of each monad” (Gottfried
Wilhelm Leibniz, Discourse on Metaphysics and the Monadology, ed. and tr. Daniel Garber and
Roger Ariew [Indianapolis, 1991], p. 76). Monads aside, Blaise Pascal appears to have
anticipated this sense that “non seulement nous regardons les choses par d’autres côtés,
mais avec d’autres yeux” (Pensées [Paris 1964], #124).
25 “The universe is true for us all and dissimilar to each one of us . . . it is not one
universe, but millions, almost as many as the number of human eyes and brains in
existence, that awake every morning” (Proust, The Captive, p. 250). Compare Nietzsche:
“There are many kinds of eyes . . . and consequently there are many kinds of ‘truths’” (The
Will to Power, tr. Walter Kaufmann and R. J. Hollingdale [New York, 1967], p. 540).
26 See Georges Poulet, “Marcel Proust,” pp. 385–86 and Leo Bersani, Marcel Proust, p. 28.
27 See Gérard Genette, Figures III, p. 46 and Roger Shattuck, Marcel Proust, p. 33.
28 Here one should compare Locke’s Essay Concerning Human Understanding (1689): “as
far as any intelligent being can repeat the idea of any past action with the same consciousness
it had of it at first, and with the same consciousness it has of any present action; so far it is
the same personal self” ([London, 1997], 2:10, my emphasis). A perspective would thus
count as coherent under Locke’s definition. Does it also count as unique? Vincent
Descombes thinks not, since it is possible for person A to see the world from person B’s
point of view (Proust: Philosophie du roman [Paris, 1987], pp. 48–49, 56–57). Yet Proust
makes it clear that the adoption of someone else’s standpoint (as, for example, at The
Guermantes Way, pp. 208–12 and The Fugitive, pp. 589–92) is only ever a fleeting and purely
intellectual thought experiment. Within the protected space of art we may well see the
world “through the eyes of another”; but Proust’s theory will not permit one individual
actually to take on, in a permanent and meaningful sense, the perspective of a second
individual. (Thus heterosexuals can train themselves, as Marcel does, to detect the more
overt signs of homosexuality, but they can never aspire to the preternatural mutual
awareness Marcel considers unique to homosexuals [Sodom and Gomorrah, p. 18].)
29 Paul Ricoeur, Oneself as Another, tr. Kathleen Blamey (Chicago, 1992), p. 128.
30 A quasi-Kantian point: “Thus we ourselves bring into the appearances that order and
regularity in them that we call nature, and moreover we would not be able to find it there
if we, or the nature of our mind, had not originally put it there” (Immanuel Kant, Critique
of Pure Reason, tr. Paul Guyer and Allen W. Wood [Cambridge, 1997], p. 125).
31 Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, tr. Walter Kaufmann (New York, 1974), p. 354;
hereafter cited in text as GS.
32 Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht has shown that this is a particularly Romantic (indeed largely
nineteenth-century) understanding of the concept “style” (Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht,
“Schwindende Stabilität der Wirlichkeit: Eine Geschichte des Stilbegriffs,” Stil: Geschichten
und Funktionen eines Kulturwissenschaftlichen Diskurselements, ed. Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht
and K. Ludwig Pfeiffer [Frankfurt, 1986], pp. 751–52).
33 Proust’s new infinite is extremely similar to Nietzsche’s: “the world has become
‘infinite’ for us all over again, inasmuch as we cannot reject the possibility that it may
include infinite interpretations” (The Gay Science, p. 374).
With all due respect to Roger Shattuck (Marcel Proust, p. 103), I see no compelling
reason to read the Captive section ironically. For one thing, we would have to read the Time
Regained passage in the same way. For another, Proust’s 1895 study of Chardin shows him
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in full agreement with Marcel that art allows us to experience, and even in a limited sense
to adopt, other perspectives (Essais et articles, p. 70). A failure to take this view seriously has
led some critics (for example, Martha C. Nussbaum, in Love’s Knowledge: Essays on Philosophy
and Literature [Oxford, 1990], pp. 271–74, and Gilles Deleuze, in Proust et les signes, p. 185)
to see the Recherche as more pessimistic (and weaker) than it actually is.
34 Friedrich Nietzsche, The Genealogy of Morals and Ecce Homo, tr. Walter Kaufmann (New
York, 1969), p. 1 (EH); hereafter cited in text as GM and EH, respectively.
35 Relatively few critics seem, surprisingly enough, to follow Roland Barthes (“Longtemps,
je me suis couché de bonne heure . . . ,” in The Rustle of Language, tr. Richard Howard [New
York, 1986], p. 283 and “Proust et les norms,” in Le Degré Zéro de l’Écriture [Paris, 1972], p.
121) and Marcel Muller (Les Voix narratives, p. 49) in noting that the novel we have just
been reading is different from the novel Marcel is about to write, or rather has just begun to
write. Louis Martin-Chauffier (“Proust et le double «je» de quatre personnes,” Confluences,
21 (July-August 1943), 56, 64), Jean Rousset (Form et signification: essai sur les structure
littéraires de Corneille à Claudel [Paris, 1962], p. 144), Leo Bersani (Marcel Proust, p. 244),
Richard Terdiman (The Dialectics of Isolation, p. 173), Roger Shattuck (Marcel Proust, pp. 38,
131), Derwent May (Proust, p. 15), and Richard Bales (Proust, p. 73) all accept more or less
unquestioningly the identity of the two texts, and Gérard Genette (Figures III, p. 224) only
distinguishes between them in terms of their ostensible composition time, rather than on
the basis of any substantive discrepancies: “Le reste . . . nous est déjà connu par le roman
même qui s’achève ici” (p. 237). I submit that if Proust had wanted to give the impression
that Marcel is destined to produce the Recherche, he would have done better to conclude
the novel before the latter puts pen to paper, or, failing that, to have him complete his book.
As it is, Marcel finds himself stranded half-way: if the regulative fiction is that Marcel writes
what we read as we read it, then he must already have finished by the time we have; if, on
the other hand, the writing is still to come, then as things stand we cannot even be sure
that he will ever reach the end (“how many great cathedrals remain unfinished!”), let
alone that his masterwork will be the Recherche.
One possibly decisive piece of evidence (which has never, to my knowledge, been
mentioned) is the fact that, with but a sole exception (Marcel Proust, A la Recherche du
temps perdu, 4 vols. [Paris, 1987–90], vol. 1, p. 515), Marcel habitually refers to the text at
hand—his memoir—as “ce récit” (or the more neutral “cet ouvrage”), whereas he almost
always refers to the future/inchoate work as “mon livre” or “mon oeuvre” (with its
associated forms “oeuvre d’art,” “oeuvre littéraire”: the nuance speaks for itself). The
relentless barrage of livres (ten in a single page-length at Recherche vol. 4, pp. 609–10) and
oeuvres (eight in a page-length at Recherche, vol. 4, pp. 618–19) surely outweighs the few
deviations from the norm (vol. 4, pp. 618, 620; and vol. 1, p. 569, where a single “ouvrage”
is slipped in front of a pair of “oeuvres”).
36 Although it incorporates several discrete elements and involves subtle shifts in tone
and emphasis, Proust’s style—unlike Nietzsche’s famously “multifarious” set of styles, none
of which is peculiarly his own—presents itself as largely uniform and distinct. It is
extremely difficult to separate out the three components which are probably lodged within
it, namely (1) a reflection of Proust’s perspective, (2) a reflection of Marcel’s perspective,
and (3) a reflection of or recipe for a universally-applicable notion of subjectivity. I would
speculate, however, that Marcel’s perspective comes through in the choice of metaphors,
and Proust’s in the structure of clauses, sentences, scenes, chapters, and volumes. At every
level, the narrative shows a marked tendency to “open up from the middle,” as Richard
Terdiman has put it (The Dialectic of Isolation, p. 181): the external boundaries are fixed,
but in the interstices, dividing a subject from its verb, a cause from its effect, a subplot from
its dénouement, new material can always muscle its way in, clad in a convenient pair of
commas. With all due respect to Gérard Genette and Jean Milly (La Phrase de Proust: des
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phrases de Bergotte aux phrases de Vinteuil [Paris, 1975]), Proust’s world does not simply
proliferate wildly in all directions; instead, like the Japanese flower, it finds its expansion
always limited by a metaphorical teacup. Proust’s style, in other words, bears all the marks
of a mind which views experience as something not given all at once but subject to
multiple (perhaps indefinite) revision, given freshly recovered memories, improved
understanding of existing memories, and new events which force old memories into
different interpretive schemata. (I discuss all this at greater length in “The Texture of
Proust’s Novel,” in The Cambridge Companion to Proust, ed. Richard Bales [Cambridge,
forthcoming] and return to the idea of infinite revisability in the main text below.)
37 Gérard Genette, Figures III, p. 45; Paul de Man, Allegories of Reading: Figurative Language
in Rousseau, Nietzsche, Rilke and Proust (New Haven, 1979), p. 71.
38 It is true, as Genette famously demonstrates (Figures III, p. 42), that many of Marcel’s
metaphors are based simply on contiguity in space (the narrator compares a steeple to a
cornstalk when the character finds himself in the countryside, to a fish when the latter is
by the sea). But one could counter that there is still a selection involved in each case
(among elements of the countryside or seascape respectively), and that the very persis-
tence of such “metonymic” metaphors indicates a higher-level law of Marcel’s perspective:
thus “if I always imagined the woman I loved in the setting I most longed at the time to visit
. . . it was not by the mere hazard of a simple association of thoughts; no, it was because my dreams
of travel and of love were only moments . . . in a single, undeviating, irresistible outpouring
of all the forces of my life” (Swann’s Way, 119–20). We certainly need not conclude, as
Gaetan Picon (Lecture de Proust, p. 159) and Leo Spitzer (“Le Style de Marcel Proust,” in
Études de Style, tr. Alain Coulon, Élaine Kaufholz, Michel Foucault [Paris, 1970], p. 457) do,
that anything goes in Proustian metaphor, nor blame Proust, as Genette seems to (“Proust
palimpseste,” p. 53), for failing to use metaphors which shed light upon the objects
described: what is to be illuminated, after all, is not the objects themselves but the
perspective through which they are seen.
39 More famously but analogously, Swann views Odette as if she were a Botticelli, seeing
her no longer as a perfect specimen of an Odette de Crécy but as a failed attempt at an
ideal which surpasses her. The Odette-Botticelli juxtaposition allows Swann to reinterpret
what he considers defects, like Odette’s over-large eyes (“her eyes were beautiful, but so
large they seemed to droop beneath their own weight, strained the rest of her face”
[Proust, Swann’s Way, p. 276]), as positive features, somehow justified within a different
overall context: “she stared at him fixedly, with that languishing and solemn air which
marks the women of the Florentine master in whose faces he had found a resemblance
with hers; swimming at the brink of the eyelids, her brilliant eyes, wide and slender like
theirs, seemed on the verge of welling out like two great tears” (Swann’s Way, p. 330).
Similar miracles transform Elstir’s wife, in Marcel’s eyes, from a “heavy” human being into
a painted portrait (Within a Budding Grove, p. 588) and the Princesse de Guermantes,
flawed incarnation of her own special brand of beauty, from a set of “unfinished” line-
segments into “an ideal figure” (The Guermantes Way, p. 46).
40 See Alexander Nehamas, “The Postulated Author: Critical Monism as a Regulative
Ideal,” Critical Inquiry, 8.1 (Autumn 1981), 133–49.
41 Gilles Deleuze claims that “On chercherait en vain chez Proust les platitudes sur
l’oeuvre d’art comme totalité organique où chaque partie prédétermine le tout, et où le
tout détermine les parties . . . même le tableau de Ver Meer ne vaut pas comme Tout, mais
par le petit pan de mur jaune planté là comme un fragment d’un autre monde encore. De
même, la petite phrase de Vinteuil, «intercalée, épisodique», et dont Odette dit à Swann
«Qu’avez-vous besoin du reste? C’est là notre morceau»” (Proust et les signes, p. 123). [One
would look in vain in Proust for platitudes about the work of art as organic totality in which
each part predetermines the whole, and in which the whole determines the part. . . . Even
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the painting by Vermeer is not valid as a Whole but because of the patch of yellow wall
planted there as a fragment of still another world. In the same way, the little phrase of
Vinteuil, ‘interspersed, episodic,’ about which Odette says to Swann: ‘Why do you need the
rest? Just that is our piece’” (Gilles Deleuze, Proust and Signs, tr. Richard Howard [New
York, 1972], p. 102)]. But as we shall see very shortly, it is perfectly possible to search
Proust for such “platitudes” without the quest being in vain. As far as the petite phrase is
concerned, Odette is hardly the best judge of its aesthetic qualities; surely Marcel, who in
The Captive praises precisely the complex structure into which the phrase finds itself
placed, is a more reliable source. And as for The View of Delft, it is only Bergotte—on the
point of death, and quite likely falling into a similar “materialism” to that of the aging
Elstir (Proust, Within a Budding Grove, p. 587)—who considers its “little patch of yellow
wall” (The Captive, p. 244–45) detachable from the overall context. Marcel may well
disagree, and a fortiori Proust, that obsessive planner and painstaking “architect” of a
labyrinthine masterwork. “Prétendre que Proust avait l’idée même confuse de l’unité
préalable de la Recherche,” Deleuze admonishes us rather testily, “c’est le lire d’un
mauvais oeil” (Proust et les signes, p. 124). [“To claim that Proust had the notion—even
vague or confused—of the antecedent unity of the search . . . is to ready him badly” (Proust
and Signs, p. 103)]. If that is the case, a considerable number of us (Jean Rousset, Marcel
Muller, Roger Shattuck) have questionable eyesight.
42 See also Georges Poulet, L’Espace proustien, p. 133.
43 Friedrich Nietzsche, “On the Uses and Disadvantages of History for Life,” in Untimely
Meditations, ed. R. J. Hollingdale (Cambridge, 1983), p. 3; hereafter cited in text as HL.
44 Alasdair MacIntyre would agree that it takes narrative to unify a life. But for him, that
narrative—like all narrative—is fundamentally moral in character: “narrative,” he writes,
“requires an evaluative framework in which good or bad character helps to produce
unfortunate or happy outcomes” (“Epistemological Crises, Dramatic Narrative, and the
Philosophy of Science,” in Paradigms and Revolutions: Appraisals and Applications of Thomas
Kuhn’s Philosophy of Science, ed. Gary Gutting [Notre Dame, Ind., 1980], p. 57). Even if (as
is unlikely) this is not a chiasmus, and MacIntyre is archly acknowledging that virtue is
often punished and vice rewarded, the generalization is hard to accept. For important
events, such as the earthquake at Lisbon, have a way of affecting individuals independently
of their virtuous planning or vicious scheming, and we have no need to believe otherwise
in order to understand, say, Voltaire’s Candide, Kafka’s The Trial or the Book of Job.
Charles Taylor invites similar reservations when he states that “my identity is defined by
the commitments and identifications which provide the frame or horizon within which I
can try to determine from case to case what is good, or valuable, or what ought to be done,
or what I endorse or oppose” (Sources of the Self: The Making of the Modern Identity
[Cambridge, 1989], p. 27). Oddly, Taylor seems to think that all other (nonmoral)
frameworks are “things we invent” (30). Odder still, he appears to offer a reductio of his
own argument when he draws the conclusion that “an identity is something that one . . .
can surrender when one ought to” (p. 30). Quite apart from the fact that it is hard to
understand how we can fail to be who we inescapably are—since the moral framework is,
according to Taylor, not invented but given—this surely contradicts his earlier claim that
identity is defined by a stance on “what ought to be done.” Under what circumstances
“ought” we to surrender our identity, namely that which allows us to judge what we ought
to do?
45 Richard Rorty states this point particularly well: “Proust . . . put the events of his own
life in his own order, made a pattern out of all the little things—Gilberte among the
hawthorns, the color of the windows in the Guermantes’s chapel, the sound of the name
‘Guermantes,’ the two walks, the shifting spires. He knows this pattern would have been
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different had he died earlier or later, for there would have been fewer or more little things
which would have had to be fitted into it” (Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity, pp. 105, 99,
101). One might, however, take issue with the word “Proust” in this sentence, as
juxtaposed with “Gilberte,” since the two do not share the same ontological space. Like
Gaetan Picon and Richard Terdiman (see Present Past, p. 239), Rorty seems to equate
author and narrator to the point of having the living, breathing Proust encounter fictional
characters: “He dreaded being, in Sartre’s phrase, turned into a thing by the eye of the
other (by, for example, St. Loup’s ‘hard look,’ Charlus’s ‘enigmatic stare’)” (Contingency,
p. 102).
46 For Alasdair MacIntyre, each life allows for one and only one valid account—“what is
better or worse for X depends on the character of that intelligible narrative which provides
X’s life with its unity” (After Virtue: A Study in Moral Theory [London, 1981], p. 209, my
emphasis)—and hence, as he sees it, for a single (albeit complex) moral framework. While
MacIntyre acknowledges that our lives may change dramatically (p. 200), he does not draw
what would seem to be an inevitable conclusion, namely that our stories may change too,
and that the meaning of the individual actions they contain is not fixed for all time (by
being defined, say, as the hierarchy of intentions responsible for each [p. 193]) but is, on
the contrary, liable to vary from one version to the next. There are, in fact, no a priori
grounds for ascribing a set value to a particular course of behavior; one can never know in
advance what the significance of any given event will have been.
47 Though Freud does not address the phenomenon of lucid self-delusion, we could use
his tripartite model in order to account for it. The ego, of course, is the conscious part of
the mind which tends to believe it speaks for the self as a whole; id leads ego astray on a
regular basis; and as Freud suggests in his 1928 essay “On Humour,” the superego can at
times occupy the position of passive, faintly amused spectator (The Complete Psychological
Works of Sigmund Freud, vol. 5, tr. Joan Riviere [London, 1958], pp. 73–102). When an
individual does not achieve her desires, argues Freud, she simply laughs at them,
compensating a blow to the narcissism of ego with a triumph for that of superego: “the
humorous attitude” thus “consists in the subject’s removing the accent from his own ego
and transferring it onto his super-ego. To the super-ego . . . the ego can appear tiny and
all its interests trivial” (pp. 218–19). Or as Nietzsche puts it, “whoever despises himself still
respects himself as one who despises” (Beyond Good and Evil, sec. 78).
48 John Freccero, “Autobiography and Narrative,” in Reconstructing Individualism, ed.
Thomas C. Heller, Morton Sosna, and David E. Wellberry (Stanford, 1986), p. 20.
49 Marcel Proust, Le Carnet de 1908 (Paris, 1976), p. 92.
50 See Alexander Nehamas’s Nietzsche: Life as Literature (especially chapter 6, “How One
Becomes What One Is”). Judging by Nehamas’s sensitive and multilayered account, Proust
parallels Nietzsche in his analysis of the processes of self-discovery and self-creation, except
that Proust would not grant the newly forged Self any measure of truth (p. 174), whether
or not it is acknowledged by outside observers (p. 188). One finds a slightly different
account of self-fashioning, though of equally Nietzschean inspiration, in Michel Foucault’s
The Care of the Self, tr. Robert Hurley (New York, 1986); Nehamas’s Nietzsche book
remains, however, the key text on the subject, not only by virtue of its thoroughness and
rigor but also because it forms a whole with Nehamas’s other writings. As The Art of Living
confirms, the various things Nehamas has had to say in the course of his career about
Plato, Nietzsche, Thomas Mann, authorship, and so on are all compatible and all
ultimately serve to support a lifelong argument in favor of what he calls the art, or arts, of
living. In the case of Foucault, on the other hand, the turn to “the care of the self” marks
a serious (and ultimately unaccounted-for) departure from the earlier, strenuously anti-
Sartrean denials of individual autonomy. It is thus not always clear what to make of the
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later works of Foucault in the context of his oeuvre as a whole (see Alexander Nehamas, The
Art of Living: Socratic Reflections from Plato to Foucault [Berkeley, 1998], pp. 157–88 for a
critical but ultimately charitable reading).
51 Marcel agrees entirely: “The link may be uninteresting, the objects trivial, the style
bad, but unless this process has taken place the description is worthless [tant qu’il n’y a pas
eu cela, il n’y a rien]” (Proust, Time Regained, p. 290).
52 The ideal of unity amid diversity is one to which Nietzsche strongly subscribes—“this
shall be called greatness: being capable of being as manifold as whole, as ample as full”
(Beyond Good and Evil, sec. 212)—but one which, as Lanier Anderson has pointed out, is by
no means unique to him, being widely held by philosophers in the German classicist
tradition (“Truth and Objectivity in Perspectivism,” 18). Compare for example Leibniz’s
Monadology sec. 58: “And this is the way of obtaining as much variety as possible, but with
the greatest order possible, that is, it is the way of obtaining as much perfection as possible”
(p. 76).