A few nights ago I was walking along near Union Seminary in NYC, and passed this mailbox with a graffito'd image of Marcel Proust, the writer of writers; author of one of the world's longest novels (À la recherche du temps perdu). And I thought that I ought to snap a photo for my co-travelers in the bibliosphere. There are, admittedly, many odd, novel, and curious things out along the byways and streets. And this seemed to fit nicely into our transient conversations about books. On to the next bit of biblio-novelty!