Proust Questionnaire

The Proust Questionnaire is a set of questions set forward by Marcel Proust, a French Novelist, Critic and Essayist to determine facts about one’s self and to show the development of that self over time. I’m going to post the questions along with my answers, but feel free to copy and paste the list to your own blog and comment here with the link so I can read it too! We’ll here goes.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Proust: To be separated from Mama
Your answer: To be alone, without friendship, love or companionship.
Where would you like to live?
Proust: In the country of the Ideal, or, rather, of my ideal
Your answer: Canada, London or New York.
What is your idea of earthly happiness?
Proust: To live in contact with those I love, with the beauties of nature, with a quantity of books and music, and to have, within easy distance, a French theater
Your answer: Right Now? In truth to live a simple life and settle down, able to support and have a family, whilst in a job I enjoy and take interest in.
To what faults do you feel most indulgent?
Proust: To a life deprived of the works of genius
Your answer: To be pretentious.
Who are your favorite heroes of fiction?
Proust: Those of romance and poetry, those who are the expression of an ideal rather than an imitation of the real
Your answer: Jean Valjean, Eddard Stark, Obi-Wan Kenobi and V.
Who are your favorite characters in history?
Proust: A mixture of Socrates, Pericles, Mahomet, Pliny the Younger and Augustin Thierry
Your answer: Dante, Henry V, Henry VIII, Shakespeare and Elizabeth I
Who are your favorite heroines in real life?
Proust: A woman of genius leading an ordinary life
Your answer: Probably Stephanie McMahon for what she and her husband are creating.
Who are your favorite heroines of fiction?
Proust: Those who are more than women without ceasing to be womanly; everything that is tender, poetic, pure and in every way beautiful
Your answer: Ahsoka Tano, Hermione Granger, Galadriel, Brienne of Tarth.
Your favorite painter?
Proust: Meissonier
Your answer: Vincent Van Gogh
Your favorite musician?
Proust: Mozart
Your answer: The Piano Guys
The quality you most admire in a man?
Proust: Intelligence, moral sense
Your answer: Loyalty containing honesty.
The quality you most admire in a woman?
Proust: Gentleness, naturalness, intelligence
Your answer: Compassion.
Your favorite virtue?
Proust: All virtues that are not limited to a sect: the universal virtues
Your answer: Creativity
Your favorite occupation?
Proust: Reading, dreaming, and writing verse
Your answer: Reading and Writing.
Who would you have liked to be?
Proust: Since the question does not arise, I prefer not to answer it. All the same, I should very much have liked to be Pliny the Younger.
Your answer: I would have liked to have been Shakespeare or Finn Balor, the professional wrestler.
Who are your favorite prose writers?
Proust: At the moment, Anatole France and Pierre Loti
Your answer: Neil Gaiman.
Who are your favorite poets?
Proust: Baudelaire and Alfred de Vigny
Your answer: My friend, David J Bauman.
What historical figures do you most despise?
Proust: I am not sufficiently educated to say
Your answer: Any that performed genocide.
What event in military history do you most admire?
Proust: My own enlistment as a volunteer!
Your answer: The D-Day Landings
What natural gift would you most like to possess?
Proust: Will power and irresistible charm
Your answer: To have a singing voice.
How would you like to die?
Proust: A better man than I am, and much beloved
Your answer: To the sound of my wife singing gently or reading to me, some wonderful tale.
What is your present state of mind?
Proust: Annoyance at having to think about myself in order to answer these questions
Your answer: Disappointed.
What is your motto?
Proust: I prefer not to say, for fear it might bring me bad luck.
Your answer: By the power of truth I, while living – Have conquered the universe.

Blogger Awards

Okay, so I came online this morning to find I’ve been nominated for a ‘One Lovely Blog Award’ by the incredibly kind Girl Who Reads. This is the first time anyone has nominated me, my blog is pretty new and I’ve shared a lot of posts in a short amount of time – so thank you Girl Who writes for nominating me.

I’m not overly sure how this works but I’m going to follow the instructions so I don’t mess it up too much!


 You must thank the person who nominated you and includes a link to their blog.

You must list the rules and display the award.You must add 7 facts about yourself.

– Here are my facts.

  • I was born in Canterbury on Wednesday 5th August 1992.
  • Growing up I wanted to work with animals.
  • I consider myself an equalitarian.
  • My favourite book is Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’.
  • I’m the eldest of ten siblings.
  • I’m a huge fan of professional wrestling.
  • My favourite author is Neil Gaiman.

– You must nominate 15 other bloggers and leave a comment on one of their posts to let them know they have been nominated. (This might be a problem as I don’t know many so I’ll name all the people I know).

The Girl Who Blogs

The Dad Poet

Alex Katt

Bleeding Words

I uses to write because I was angry,

Which looking back is a silly thing to do

Because I saw words as something beautiful,

Yet, how are you supposed to make something beautiful out of anger?

I wrote because I thought I couldn’t talk

to anyone,

Which is just as silly, because when you write,

You can talk to anyone who reads it,

But that’s something you can only learn

For yourself.


I wrote of made up things,

Because it was so much more exciting

than the truth,

But looking back it’s not,

Our own adventures are just as exciting,

Our own souls run just as deep.


Now? Now I write because it makes me happy,

I may not be a very good poet, or a very good storyteller,

But I’m pretty sure that should you cut me open,

I will bleed words.

Don’t Fall For Her

Sir, Don’t fall for her voice,

her accent, her way of speaking!

Sir, Don’t fall for her smile,

Or what lays hidden in the corner of her mouth.


Sir, Don’t fall for the way she laughs,

Softly at your little jokes,

Sir, Don’t fall for her empty promises,

One day she will go!


Sir, Don’t fall for the idea of love,

It is just that, an idea!

Sir, Don’t for love itself,

She’s too far off to hear.


Sir, you are too far,

And mean to little,

To ever be taken to consideration,

So just forget it!


Sir, Go now and leave them standing there,

You saw them dancing in the park again,

From afar you broke, and he came back

You are now void.

Tell Me Sir

Tell me Sir, When you were younger,

Did they talk like they do now?

Do they play and run, and hop and jump,

The way that we do now?

Tell me Sir, When you were younger,

Did they feel like we do now?

Do they laugh and cry, and hope and wish,

The way that we do now?

Tell me Sir, When you were younger,

Did you ask like I do now?

Did you quiz and ask a wise old man,

The way that I do now?

The Unsaid Proof Of Love

I remember when I was younger,

There used to be this… Unsaid truth,

That you were loved and you loved back,

No-one ever need proof.


Then the years went by,

And it seemed to me,

That this thought

Had passed out of memory.


What had once been no more than a whisper,

Has been shouted, and thus shattered

Into a thousand tiny pieces,

And now everyone needs reminding.

The Badger And The Fox

A fox stood in a woods one day,

Talking to a badger.

“Good Sir”, he said,

“When do you think,

These tree’s will no longer stand”.

“When will the grass run out,

and turn to sand”.

“When will the birds fly on,

and make their nests else where”.

“When will the snakes leave

their holes and venture on”.

On he went, and on he went,

asking without rhyme.

The badger just smiled and then replied,

“All in it’s own time”.


Stardust, That’s what they call us,

A billion years worth of Stardust,

Born of dying stars from across the universe,

Bathed in the light of a thousand suns.


Stardust, That’s what they call us…