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Marcel Proust. In Search of Lost Time [volumes 1 to 7]
Contents
Contents
Overture
Combray
Swann in Love
Place-Names: The Name
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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Introduction
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Part Four
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Chapter One. Life with Albertine
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Chapter One. The Verdurins Quarrel with M. De Charlus
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Part Three. Flight of Albertine
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Chapter One. Grief and Oblivion
Chapter Two
Part II. Mademoiselle De Forcheville
Part III. Venice
Part IV. A Fresh Light Upon Robert De Saint-Loup
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Chapter One. Tansonville
Chapter Two. M. de Charlus during the war, his opinions, his pleasures
Chapter Three. An afternoon party at the house of the Princesse de Guermantes
Notes
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Swann’s Way
Within a Budding Grove
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And so was wafted to my ears the name of Gilberte, bestowed on me like a talisman which might, perhaps, enable me some day to rediscover her whom its syllables had just endowed with a definite personality, whereas, a moment earlier, she had been only something vaguely seen. So it came to me, uttered across the heads of the stocks and jasmines, pungent and cool as the drops which fell from the green watering-pipe; impregnating and irradiating the zone of pure air through which it had passed, which it set apart and isolated from all other air, with the mystery of the life of her whom its syllables designated to the happy creatures that lived and walked and travelled in her company; unfolding through the arch of the pink hawthorn, which opened at the height of my shoulder, the quintessence of their familiarity—so exquisitely painful to myself—with her, and with all that unknown world of her existence, into which I should never penetrate.
For a moment (while we moved away, and my grandfather murmured: “Poor Swann, what a life they are leading him; fancy sending him away so that she can be left alone with her Charlus—for that was Charlus: I recognised him at once! And the child, too; at her age, to be mixed up in all that!”) the impression left on me by the despotic tone in which Gilberte’s mother had spoken to her, without her replying, by exhibiting her to me as being obliged to yield obedience to some one else, as not being indeed superior to the whole world, calmed my sufferings somewhat, revived some hope in me, and cooled the ardour of my love. But very soon that love surged up again in me like a reaction by which my humiliated heart was endeavouring to rise to Gilberte’s level, or to draw her down to its own. I loved her; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to do her some injury, to force her to keep some memory of me. I knew her to be so beautiful that I should have liked to be able to retrace my steps so as to shake my fist at her and shout, “I think you are hideous, grotesque; you are utterly disgusting!” However, I walked away, carrying with me, then and for ever afterwards, as the first illustration of a type of happiness rendered inaccessible to a little boy of my kind by certain laws of nature which it was impossible to transgress, the picture of a little girl with reddish hair, and a skin freckled with tiny pink marks, who held a trowel in her hand, and smiled as she directed towards me a long and subtle and inexpressive stare. And already the charm with which her name, like a cloud of incense, had filled that archway in the pink hawthorn through which she and I had, together, heard its sound, was beginning to conquer, to cover, to embalm, to beautify everything with which it had any association: her grandparents, whom my own had been so unspeakably fortunate as to know, the glorious profession of a stockholder, even the melancholy neighbourhood of the Champs-Elysées, where she lived in Paris.
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