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November 15 - November 15, 2024
the steeples of Martinville,
another day at Ba...
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when I strove to identify the reminiscence that was suggested to me b...
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Like a tipsy man filled with tender feeling for the waiter who has been serving him,
that I rang the bell at M. de Charlus’s door,
that I had been twenty-five minutes—that they had perhaps forgotten about me—in this drawing room
as though the baron had but recently come in.
but my words seemed only to intensify the cold fury on M. de Charlus’s face.
“Put yourself in the Louis XIV seat,”
I took an armchair that was comparatively near.
“What!” he screamed angrily,
“you can’t even tell me what you are sitting on. You offer your derrière a Directory chauffeuse392 as a Louis XIV bergère.
but an olive-hued, bilious juice seemed ready to start from the corners of his malicious mouth.
But whatever the fine words with which he colored all his hatreds,
I grabbed the baron’s new silk hat, threw it to the ground, trampled it,
fondness for abject utterances
futile persistence.
On the whole, it’s good.
It might perhaps be better,
but after all it’s...
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the memory of which made me tremble as I looked at the invitation card,
whether the invitation that I had received was genuine.
The day on which the soirée was to be held at the Princesse
Now this wait on the staircase was to have for me consequences so considerable,
Marie-Gilbert’s.
The Princesses de Guermantes
I had touched upon one of those services that M. and Mme de Guermantes were not fond of rendering.
“I would really rather not mention at all to Oriane that you have been speaking to me about
in a gown of red satin the skirt of which was bordered with spangles.
“Wow!” Mme de Guermantes rippled with laughter. “So my clothes please you? I’m delighted.
“What magnificent rubies!”
“What’s on at the princess’s?” inquired Swann.
those marvelous gardens.
“But my dear friend, it’s because I will then have been dead for several months.
showing pity for a man who was about to die,
Mme de Saint-Euverte insists on sitting down to table at eight o’clock sharp.
Go upstairs quick and put on red shoes,
bring down a pair of red shoes.”
the Parc Monceau.
The disparity between what I have imagined and what I see
