A Seaward Metaphor

I have yet to read Proust (someday, perhaps), but tonight I read a fine essay about reading Proust by writer Sarah Boxer in The Atlantic.  She writes glowingly about reading In Search of Lost Time (a/k/a Remembrance of Things Past) on her cellphone at night.  Here is how she resolves the seeming incongruity of reading such a massive literary masterpiece on such a minuscule device:

Soon you will see that the smallness of your cellphone (my screen was about two by three inches) and the length of Proust's sentences are not the shocking mismatch you might think.  Your cellphone screen is like a tiny glass-bottomed boat moving slowly over a vast and glowing ocean of words in the night.  There is no shore.  There is nothing beyond the words in front of you.  It's a voyage for one in the nighttime.  Pure romance.

Terrific imagery and use of metaphor, although it can be appreciated best by those of us who have had the pleasure of riding in glass bottom boats.  That I have done, even if I haven't read Proust.