My mother was right. When you’ve got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust. – Jane Birkin
Personally I wasn’t able to read past the opening line of A LA RECHERCHE DU TEMPS PERDU.
“For a long time I used to go to bed early.”
I never went to sleep early in my youth, but if I did then it was to dream of Jane Birkin in a silk underwear.
Even better was to dream of her with nothing at all and that included Serge Gainsbourg, because something tells me that the Grand Pif was no voyeur.