Sunday, December 18, 2005

Central/East European cigarettes

are one of the great vices of my life. I have gone for months/years without really smoking, but the merest hint of an aroma from any vaguely Central or East European fag immediately transports me back to my youth in Petrozavodsk. Proust pondered precisely this in that dreadfully long masterwork of his, but it seems that smell is the sense most closely linked to memory - see here and here.

2 Comments:

Blogger lukeski said...

It seems that the University of Pittsburgh actually runs a course in new Russian media (as they term it), examining fag packets, beer and vodka bottles, film posters, mineral water bottles, etc. I feel a PhD in the States coming on...

3:12 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Get thee to Pittsburgh immediately. (Have you got a spare $999,999 for the course though?)

6:18 pm  

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