A Monsieur Gaston Calmette Comme un témoignage de profonde et affecteuse reconnaissance Marcel Proust To E. J. C. Here, Summer lingering, loiter I When I, with Summer, should be gone⁠ ⁠… Where only Lo...

A Monsieur Gaston Calmette Comme un témoignage de profonde et affecteuse reconnaissance Marcel Proust...

To E. J. C. Here, Summer lingering, loiter I When I, with Summer, should be gone⁠ ⁠… Where only London lights the sky I go, and with me journeys “Swann” Whose pages’ dull, laborious woof Covers a warp...

For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say “I’m going to sleep.” And half an hour later the thou...

Combray at a distance, from a twenty-mile radius, as we used to see it from the railway when we arrived there every year in Holy Week, was no more than a church epitomising the town, representing it, ...

To admit you to the “little nucleus,” the “little group,” the “little clan” at the Verdurins’, one condition sufficed, but that one was indispensable; you must give tacit adherence to a Creed one of w...

Among the rooms which used most commonly to take shape in my mind during my long nights of sleeplessness, there was none that differed more utterly from the rooms at Combray, thickly powdered with the...

To K. S. S. That men in armour may be born With serpents’ teeth the field is sown; Rains mould, winds bend, suns gild the corn Too quickly ripe, too early mown. I scan the quivering beads, behold The ...

To K. S. S. That men in armour may be born With serpents’ teeth the field is sown; Rains mould, winds bend, suns gild the corn Too quickly ripe, too early mown. I scan the quivering beads, behold The ...

My mother, when it was a question of our having M. de Norpois to dinner for the first time, having expressed her regret that Professor Cottard was away from home, and that she herself had quite ceased...

My mother, when it was a question of our having M. de Norpois to dinner for the first time, having expressed her regret that Professor Cottard was away from home, and that she herself had quite ceased...

I had arrived at a state almost of complete indifference to Gilberte when, two years later, I went with my grandmother to Balbec. When I succumbed to the attraction of a strange face, when it was with...

The Balbec doctor, who had been called in to cope with a sudden feverish attack, having given the opinion that I ought not to stay out all day on the beach, in the blazing sun, without shelter, and ha...

The Balbec doctor, who had been called in to cope with a sudden feverish attack, having given the opinion that I ought not to stay out all day on the beach, in the blazing sun, without shelter, and ha...

That day, as for some days past, Saint-Loup had been obliged to go to Doncières, where, until his leave finally expired, he would be on duty now until late every afternoon. I was sorry that he was not...

A Léon Daudet A l’auteur du Voyage de Shakespeare, du Partage de l’Enfant, de L’Astre Noir, de Fantomes et Vivants, du Monde des Images, de tant de chefs-d’oeuvre, A l’incomparable ami en témoignage d...

A Léon Daudet A l’auteur du Voyage de Shakespeare, du Partage de l’Enfant, de L’Astre Noir, de Fantomes et Vivants, du Monde des Images, de tant de chefs-d’oeuvre, A l’incomparable ami en témoignage d...

To Mrs. H⁠⸺⁠, on her Birthday Oberon, in the Athenian glade, Reduced by deft Titania’s power, Invented arts for Nature’s aid And from a snowflake shaped a flower: Nature, to outdo him, wrought of huma...

The twittering of the birds at daybreak sounded insipid to Françoise. Every word uttered by the maids upstairs made her jump; disturbed by all their running about, she kept asking herself what they co...

The twittering of the birds at daybreak sounded insipid to Françoise. Every word uttered by the maids upstairs made her jump; disturbed by all their running about, she kept asking herself what they co...

We made our way back along the Avenue Gabriel, through the strolling crowd. I left my grandmother to rest on a seat and went in search of a cab. She, in whose heart I always placed myself when I had t...

We made our way back along the Avenue Gabriel, through the strolling crowd. I left my grandmother to rest on a seat and went in search of a cab. She, in whose heart I always placed myself when I had t...

Albeit it was simply a Sunday in autumn, I had been born again, life lay intact before me, for that morning, after a succession of mild days, there had been a cold mist which had not cleared until nea...

To Richard and Myrtle Kurt and Their Creator Pisa, 1927 The reader will remember that, long before going that day (on the evening of which the Princesse de Guermantes was to give her party) to pay the...

To Richard and Myrtle Kurt and Their Creator Pisa, 1927...

The reader will remember that, long before going that day (on the evening of which the Princesse de Guermantes was to give her party) to pay the Duke and Duchess the visit which I have just described,...

The reader will remember that, long before going that day (on the evening of which the Princesse de Guermantes was to give her party) to pay the Duke and Duchess the visit which I have just described,...

As I was in no haste to arrive at this party at the Guermantes’, to which I was not certain that I had been invited, I remained sauntering out of doors; but the summer day seemed to be in no greater h...

My second arrival at Balbec was very different from the other. The manager had come in person to meet me at Pont-à-Couleuvre, reiterating how greatly he valued his titled patrons, which made me afraid...

In my fear lest the pleasure I found in this solitary excursion might weaken my memory of my grandmother, I sought to revive this by thinking of some great mental suffering that she had undergone; in ...

We were waiting, Albertine and I, at the Balbec station of the little local railway. We had driven there in the hotel omnibus, because it was raining. Not far away from us was M. Nissim Bernard, with ...

We were waiting, Albertine and I, at the Balbec station of the little local railway. We had driven there in the hotel omnibus, because it was raining. Not far away from us was M. Nissim Bernard, with ...

I was dropping with sleep. I was taken up to my floor not by the lift-boy, but by the squinting page, who to make conversation informed me that his sister was still with the gentleman who was so rich,...

I was only waiting for an opportunity for a final rupture. And, one evening, as Mamma was starting next day for Combray, where she was to attend the deathbed of one of her mother’s sisters, leaving me...

To Lucy Lunn At daybreak, my face still turned to the wall, and before I had seen above the big inner curtains what tone the first streaks of light assumed, I could already tell what sort of day it wa...

To Lucy Lunn...

At daybreak, my face still turned to the wall, and before I had seen above the big inner curtains what tone the first streaks of light assumed, I could already tell what sort of day it was. The first ...

At daybreak, my face still turned to the wall, and before I had seen above the big inner curtains what tone the first streaks of light assumed, I could already tell what sort of day it was. The first ...

After dinner, I told Albertine that, since I was out of bed, I might as well take the opportunity to go and see some of my friends, Mme. de Villeparisis, Mme. de Guermantes, the Cambremers, anyone in ...

Brichot’s coarse pleasantries, in the early days of his friendship with the Baron, had given place, as soon as it was a question, not of uttering commonplaces, but of understanding, to an awkward feel...

Brichot’s coarse pleasantries, in the early days of his friendship with the Baron, had given place, as soon as it was a question, not of uttering commonplaces, but of understanding, to an awkward feel...

Seeing how late it was, and fearing that Albertine might be growing impatient, I asked Brichot, as we left the Verdurins’ party, to be so kind as to drop me at my door. My carriage would then take him...

Translator’s Dedication Ernst Robert Curtius zugeeignet Obwohl die arme Albertine verschwunden ist, haben die Brüder Albrecht gut gewusst wie uns zu trösten. “Mademoiselle Albertine has gone!” How muc...

Translator’s Dedication Ernst Robert Curtius zugeeignet Obwohl die arme Albertine verschwunden ist, haben die Brüder Albrecht gut gewusst wie uns zu trösten....

“Mademoiselle Albertine has gone!” How much farther does anguish penetrate in psychology than psychology itself! A moment ago, as I lay analysing my feelings, I had supposed that this separation witho...

It was not that I was not still in love with Albertine, but no longer in the same fashion as in the final phase. No, it was in the fashion of the earliest times, when everything that had any connectio...

My mother had brought me for a few weeks to Venice and⁠—as there may be beauty in the most precious as well as in the humblest things⁠—I was receiving there impressions analogous to those which I had ...

“Oh, it is unheard-of,” said my mother. “Listen, at my age, one has ceased to be astonished at anything, but I assure you that there could be nothing more unexpected than what I find in this letter.” ...

Mme. Verdurin uses here the word tapette, being probably unaware of its popular meaning. ↩ See here in book 1, Swann’s Way, where, however, this error is attributed to Eulalie. —⁠C. K. S. M. ↩ Transla...