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Marcel Proust, who 79 years ago died of pneumonia, just had another birthday. His 130th, to be precise. Proustwho spent his last 12 or so years mostly confined to his bedat first bewildered publishers with the amount of time and detail he devoted to the mundane and easily condensable. “I fail to see,” said one, after looking over the manuscript of the first installment of the mammoth Remembrance of Things Past, “why a chap needs thirty pages to describe how he tosses and turns in bed before falling asleep.” How do we appropriately acknowledge the contributions of a man who filled seven volumes with an interior monologue on the philosophical dissection of time? We get out of our cork-lined rooms and toast him at the Scena Theatre’s annual celebration of Proust’s birthday, which will feature a staged reading of A Waste of Time, a spoof by Robert David MacDonald. The eveningcomplete with madeleines, linden tea, and champagnestarts at 7:30 p.m. at the Arts Club of Washington, 2017 I St. NW. $25. For reservations call (703) 684-7990. (Jennifer Agresta)