Carnet 3

The employer of  a motor car driver who would have been in my service the Bibescos (?) claim is M. Johannidi living at Turn-Severin deputy to the Romanian parliament.


M. de Norpois
I understood I had prevailed over the town
M. de Guermantes
those superannuated authors

For M. de Charlus
For him the social, literary etc. idea that we need to have a mistress who is nice to us (Harlot Father and son type), in assimi the assimilation of everything we have read about the friendships that take shape (Veuillot Mme Volnys in Beaunier) and who confer a substance that allows us to dream and to continue to love instead of limiting us to the particular little face that if we see it as purely individual, not being in love with us, makes us wake up as if from a dream, that assimilation for Charlus is holds more of a place still than for us. Because these are approximations. With Maria I loved the Mistress, the girl that one sees again etc. But for him it is the transubstantiation to a second degree because I saw a Racinian heroine in a young girl, but for him it was in a young man. And thus in my book it could appear like a sort of crowning of the subjective exercise being satisfied with vague landmarks which is love.
-. Charlus becoming acquainted with av[iators] like the lover of Albert Nahmias's lady friend with the professor from Boston.
For Mme Putbus's chambermaid "it's nice and hot". "That's good you know" "Thin then. I was What mortified me, what annoyed me."
Excuse mi. Hello Monsignor. Hello San Marcello

In the confidences Gilberte made to me on the death of her Father. "This is going to seem awful to you, but I no longer loved my father so much because he was going to die, because the house had become intolerable, that nobody knew where to sit any more. I know it's monstrous but how can one love people in the same way I remember that you were talking to me about the magical light of the moon etc. and I told you that we must struggle against those things that it was ridiculous because it is odious to me to hear my own impressions expressed but how I understand you. I know you are going to think me monstrous but how can one love people in the same way when the circumstances in which we loved them have changed entirely. The places that I where I most wanted to stay and live in for ever the most beloved, once one had decided to leave, when the trunks were packed, I no longer felt had at my disposal the de the desire to live there, I had renounced it, the when I noticed when going ->

Maison Lagrange 4 rue Saint Nicolas Cannes

-> I noticed one last time when going by train the beach or the forest where I had played, they they no longer looked the same to me, I they no longer seemed to recognize me. The days that precede The last days of my father's life who of my father's life were like that. Without I doubt am not saying that during his final sufferings I didn't feel I was indifferent, no I even felt an unbearable sadness such as I felt on days of a departure or moving house."

to do say as regards Swann no longer thinking about Forcheville at five o'clock (or even in the End of the Book), events have no reality other than in our thoughts, they live there the are creatures not being have no reality other than inside of us; they live in our they they too are things of the mind; their since they only endure persist as long as our thoughts are able to nourish them in which they live are plung survive, their the duration of that their existence is never not very long. One day the thought that conveys them They Very quickly at first they evolve; they distort lose bit by bit the original quality that created their charm or their power to cause suffering since they die and the thought no longer holds anything more of them than a name that has no likeness to them. Suggestive for indecent.

For Cottard's card game. trumps to be seen. "I-ee cut, I-ee take" "That's trumps you know" "Here's a fine gentleman" "Have you any hearts? yes [in English (tr.)]". "This is where the Athenians are beaten. The honour goes to you.

About  Mme de Putbus's chambermaid for an assassin "He must be a flashy foreigner, he has enough cheek to kill 7 people, these are things that don't happen."

For Vinteuil in the second volume
Notes those beautiful strangers whose language we do not know and that we understand so well

For Brichot in the last part: in Odéonie, king of Odéonie. Lady Anastasia's scissors.
For Françoise the ye-ars (for years) and when talking about Norpois: he has a good head on him
For M. de Guermantes concerning himself with third and fourth parties
for Brichot: the horizontals from that time; later on the peripatetics.
spinet, passepieds
for M. de Guermantes: an embarrassed look

19 rue des Moneghetti La Condamine
for Françoise I pray for you by all the saints in Paradise (or to thank you for myself) a fart at Vespers. a zero in the moon.
wait and see what I
I was Comte de Salis
That comes back from
I don't know where that comes from
this here one of Monsieur's (for this one of Monsieur's)
We are going to see the famous Klingsor
touch the hand
for Vinteuil
As the colours of the spectrum externalize for us the inmost composition of stars that we will never see, in the same way the painter's colours, the musician's harmonies, allow us to understand the qualitative difference of feelings which is the greatest joy and the greatest pain in the life of each of us and which always remains unknown because it is independent of what we can describe (facts, things) which are the same for all of us. But thanks to the harmonies of Franck, of Wagner, of Chopin, to the colours of Vermeer, of Rembrandt, of Delacroix, we are truly entering into the most unknown heavens flying from star to star. Much more than if if we had been given wings; because what for us creates the uniformity of things, is the premanence of our senses, and if we were to travel to Mars or Venus, things would never appear very different to us since they would still be the visions of our own eyes. The true fountain of youth, the true unknown land, is not a to travel to a land we do not know, it is to allow a new work of art music to come to us.

For Ber Vinteuil again end of Franck's sonata symphony.
He seemed in his joyfulness to bring forth the bells at full peal. The phr by a Sunday of sunshine when one keeps one's head down in the market square at Combray. The phrase was halting and unbeautiful but it intoxicated with joy and sunshine.
Vinteuil again.
The monotony of harmonies whatever the subject might be, is a proof of the fixity of the elements that compose the soul.
With Shumann [sic] a certain mellow familial foundation shows that even made mellow in the intervals, even during The poet speaks we still hear The child who sleeps. Unfortunately there is always from time to time the sound of the voice that cannot be changed, the German accent, an immutable inflexion of a familiar face
Then too often it is a watered-down Beethoven.
The Princesse de Guermantes quickly had in the familiarit when she said things in the most familiar phrases the that sudden sudden sincere and pathetic grandeur of a phrase from Shubert [sic].

[illegible] Moreau

The Duc de Guermantes "There's a noise coming down the alleys"
For Françoise Have no worry below, downstairs (to denote the Guermantes)
Françoise "I understand"

3 April in cash 2255 (Weilhof paid) and difference not sent)
add to that 776
Hence 2 in cash 2 3000 fr. gross
Eugène Autran
Afred Coulomb living at M. Fernand Duriez 33 Cours de la République Le Havre

Paid Albaret 1000 1300
Remaining 1600 1750
4 April

that which
Sainte-Beuve "here they are now in full light of day and in open country" (The Goncourts quoted by Masson).
Save face
Dirty trick of a fanfare
Cottard: my gentleman wife

30 April
Received 16000
Leaving in cash 250 fr. to advance to Nicholas leaving adding to that 100 fr. So he has 350 fr. in advances.
Paid 2000 fr.
Paid deposit less [illegible] 2000 fr. less 400 fr.
Leaving in cash 12400 fr.
Auguste A. L. No 67 Rue des Batignolles

For St Loup That creates an atmosphere, intellectuality
for Mme Swann Lorrain story told as through Mme Lemaire "That imbecility".
Françoise: "those Monsieur."


Sometimes In Already in gardens in front of the houses in a garden one saw already receiving the coolness, seated into groups in the verdure assembled seated upright the straight though supple trunk, and in pale mauve attire that remained luminous in the shadow, clusters of lilac. And their congregation in a garden in the open air reminded me this made by it was not my eyes alone that then contemplated their congregation in the open air, because like another dimension the other dimensions of things that one sees and that that one has in one's heart, and that give them all of their volume, not in making flat images of things, but the eternal realities, reconstructed this other garden where I saw them thus in thus in their mauve dresses reunited by springtime afternoons in front of a white railing, after having passed before the fisherman with his line.
Before After that (going to the Bois with Mme Swann to visit the Jardin d'Acclimatation)
Here and there I saw an immense pink horse-chestnut Its flowers Here there was a pink horse-chestnut lifting up its flowers amid great bunches of leaves a single flow a single cone of lilac flowers; those of other trees whose names I did not know, as if at that period and from which the pinkest crest smiled on the border of the sky like a pink hawthorn; those there it was a tree in flower and from which I that I did not recognize, there still more other flowers still that whose name I did not know as if on the edge of that at that season, at the edge of for the holidays they had to make a stay in the country in pale multicoloured attire next to flowers that I recognized as other elegant beauties that I did not know and that I saw congregate by on the border of that blue ocean of sky the cool attire poses unoccupied attitudes and the attire finery silk attire multicoloured dresses.

Captain Macferson
For M. de Guermantes talking about the Prince de Guermantes his fiddle-faddle

Add to the exercise book at the printer's.
The idea that he had quarreled with her whirl issued perpetually from the soul mind of Robert in such dense whirlwinds that he had become accustomed to living that oppressive atmosphere and which he had ended up by inhabiting. But at intervals it ceased to throw up its clouds in this way. He had from these respites in a state of sleeplessness, the sort of respite that sleep gives. Then all of a sudden he began to see anew, he touched upon as if for the first time the idea that he had quarreled with his mistress. This idea seemed new to him, and everything that he had thought since the last letter from his lover was impossible to tolerate for a two seconds. If he lived wi If It seemed to him that he had still not yet recognized this idea, that he had discovered it for the first time; that he found it new, atrocious impossible too cruel to be borne for a second and too improbable, too much in contradiction with the years gone by for one to admit it. If he had already spent in resigning himself The fortnight he had spent resigning himself to it seemed to him like nothing but a sort of dream because it was too cruel for one to be able to able to bear it and too much in contradiction with the years gone by for one to be able to bear the pain for a second or admit the possibility of it. But after he He told himself this, but it was still in the same place, he removed himself from it, he came back to it, he suffocated inside as if he were in a torture chamber, he would have liked to escape outside [rest of page torn out]

Add again to the previous passage. And then he did not receive any more letters from her. He And silence is a terrible illumination of silence is a terrible illumination of people who are far away. The person who has a need for them forges a thousand When one is far away and above all in a quarr from the person one loves and, above all whom one has quarreled with and from whom one has no news, one forges a thousand suppositions. At every minute Robert was desperately expecting a letter, his orderly always came back empty handed or with other letters. ^ Beneath this silence as if beneath a section of empty atmosphere but which could not be passed through the by visual rays, he imagined many different things and each one of them distracted him in a different way. Silence is a terrible illumination of those who are far away, a genuine mirage, where the eye of the one who seeks to distinguish something, believes that at any moment he is going to reach an oasis when [rest of page torn out]

all he could do was to paw the ground in an endless desert to introduce into the silence twenty ten times a minute
he told himself

Marius Imhof

^ It has been Carlyle said It has been said that silence was a force; in a completely different sense it is a terrible one too for those who are in love, a force that does not last, which always finishes by destroying itself but which for a long time makes use of the anxiety of the one who waits for news and can only conjecture and then makes a thousand suppositions. What more impenetrable Nothing so much invites a reunion as that which separates and what is more impenetrable than silence, that fluid  immaterial wall that interposed section of empty atmosphere but that the visual rays of the one abandoned may not penetrate. It has been said too that silence was a punishment and that concluded by driving mad in prisons those who are condemned to it and are shut up to observe it in prisons. But what greater punishment for the one who is condemned to endure it on the part of the one he loves and who sends him no news. Then it is silence itself that is the prison; are there silence that ->

Robert wondered what she was doing by remaining so silent. Perhaps she is deceiving me and he blamed her. Robert wondered what I had done for her to remain so silent perhaps she hates me, and he blamed himself and so her silence drove him mad and indeed it engendered his jealousy and also too his remorse.

-> immaterial and insurmountable wall that interposed section of empty atmosphere but which the visual rays of the abandoned one may not penetrate. There is no more terrible illumination of the absent one than silence, because really it does not show one absent person, it shows a thousand, each one doing something else. In the midst of this punishment it even happens that one maintains in the silence a Occasionally even in an abrupt cessation this silence without end Robert one imagines that it is going to stop at any moment, the letter is going to come.  And we glimpse in a mirage of silence We see it, it has come, we wait on every noise, our thirst is already quenched, we repeat to ourselves: the letter, the letter. And after having glimpsed that imaginary oasis of tenderness, we find ourselves once again in the real desert of endless silence.

M. de Guermantes
The whole shooting match
lofty struggle
high handed
the whole bag of tricks
all that is equilateral to me
those half-wits over there

M. de Norpois
tra los montes
aïa dorse
simply monumental

Comte Louis Gautier Vignal 6 rue Eugène
Labiche Passy 96 75


For M. de Guermantes or M. de Norpois
He has burnt his boats
what I would call a cabal
in the French way
Let's go then!
The aforesaid Hippolyte
He's Belgian by the state of him
strategist in the Chamber


To put in the 2nd volume in the dinners with St ->

stuff one's head
laugh like a drain

-> Loup in the passage about military conversations.
Those conversations interested us so much more than, the C like certain events in a family that remodel entir make happen suddenly straighten out a direct line to posterity to the future on which we were advancing, and place us in the presence of perspectives in the midst of which we would never have believed we lived, the C between the Tr once again, and the one between the Transvaal and England, change unforeseen, imperious, bending the future to itself the the future like an uncov like those events make making suddenly strightening out a direct line to the supp imagined future and making live placing each one in the presence everyone in front of of perspectives in the midst of which he would not never have imagined living, had broken out once again unforeseen, imperious, fertile, like an ingenious invention, like a scientific discovery, like a cal a family misfortune an intimate event, War had broken out.
This time it was had been between England and the Transvaal. The newspapers having said that the Boers were wonderful noble but unlucky, which in any case was probably true, the pers everyone the the nobility and the misery of the Boers, the infamy, the cruelty of the English inflamed everyone were evid evident to everyone as incontestable facts that had been personally proven. Yet when in a similar similar dispute even between friends, between mother and child, between lover and mistress, two people might bel who behave in contradictory ways may each believe that they are right, why was it not possible not to  believe that England did not did not know was able not to believe itself infamous? Because the newspapers That was not not essentially infamous was it possible? It was not. That would only be so long however is what came to be when on the day that, the course of events having changed again, the papers talked about our "loyal friends the English". But those days had not yet come and to prophesy them seemed ridiculous. However the first in many of a centrifugal centrifugal force carried off towards The Cape carried to the farthest extent the last line of English humanity, as far as the Cape, in the emptiness of many English cities there remained above all a population of old men and adolescents the men fit to serve having left there remained a population almost entirely composed of old men and young adolescents. And the latter the latter that nothing prevented prevented any longer from being conspicuous in the empty streets charmed the former, before  lament commenting nevertheless on the news from the war like an ancient choir that seem to parade but before whom seem to parade all the young people and all the young girls that usually one pursues mingled in the crowd.
I'll put that earlier in Paris with Françoise and I'll say in our military conversations in the little town. The English wounded had stopped in the little town before being marched to Calais. They The wounded They had They had Rather less bearing than the glorious look that we imagine for a victor in combat or for one that the look stupi the unpleasant appearance It was liberated [There] did not hover They did not have about them the glorious atmosphere that we imagine surrounds combatants but a shabby appearance and a smell of medecine which that we find with the sick convalescents in a hospital room; because the wounded are the sick. They say little, concentrating on their fatigue, their nurses meals, the lavatories, their cigars on themselves through fatigue, the difficulty of getting up to go to the lavatory and the even when they want to smoked their cigar. It is difficult to understand by which backstage door they could limping slightly and counting their steps, how they could live without have the appearance in short of hardly of suffering so little after having taken part in battles that it seems to the readers of the newspapers that one comes out of safe and sound and glorious, that if one is not killed under fire, and how one can survive beneath a hail of bullets, having received and to be able to come and go to have only a certain discomfort in one's movements when they have to get up and go into the town. We cannot understand by what backstage areas, by which theatre doors, they could come away from historic battles of Bloemfontein and xxx to come here in those barracks approachable by us, amenable, dirty, like stones that have been stacked up beside us but who tell us about Plutonian cataclysms that they have taken part in and from which they have been returned.

For Mlle Bouqueteau or even for Mlle Mme de Putbus's chambermaid (as I'll prefer I prefer that the chain leads from Gilberte to Mlle Bouqueteau Albertine or even from Albertine to Mme de Putbus's chambermaid; I'll say
Because the the the names So it is that the name the woman that I of my new love was going loved now had been supplied to me like in those games with wooden letters with which we make phrases, by the some the letters of the name of the woman I was going to love had been supplied to me, like in that game where with a wooden alphabet we can, by the woman that I loved the most before had been loved so much. Thus Our A chain passes through our life, connecting that which is already dead to that which is full of life, enticing into the pre inscribing with the present the charact
So it is that the letters of the name that was so dear to me of the wo that were so dear to me at first had been materially provided displayed like in the game called Alphabet in which we arranget the wooden letters for the girl that I loved then and without being able to foresee that this name that I had set out would could ever be dear to me. But the present inscribed before us in this way with names words that we will not understand will only be aware of later which will form our future. And a chain passes through our entire existence connecting that which is already dead to that which is full of life.
Through my nascent love for Mme de Putbus's chambermaid I saw again my dead love like those first lights lunar mists that rise up beside him and through which the traveller sees perceives still against the horizon the last colours of the sunset.

She is difficult to take care of

To add to the dinner lunch in the Balbec hotel: For some people however however (when I said that everybody knew each other) uncertain in the movements that they they needed to perform in carrying out entry into the dining room was a formidable moment. They A gentleman epitomized it by going at a run to sit down at his place; others uncertain in the movements that they needed to carry out superimposed upon them others that they thought must mask the first and interrupted their step to wipe their forehead, take a handkerchief from their pocket, look at the time, pass a request to the head waiter for a sea view, rub their hands as if they were cold. And one family under the guidance of a grandmother who allowed to sparkle on her finger a family garnet amethyst that she supposed must protect her from any protect her from any scorn from the bystanders scorn from the bystanders and to sum up in its sober magnificence the excellence precious the precious traditions of her family, and advanced took their places in  procession around beneath the doric columns of the table, executing the vestibule and of the dining room ritual movements and on their arrival and before sitting down swayed piously back and forth for a few moments around the table as if around an altar in the neighbourhood of in front of the table white table-cloth swayed back and forth for a few moments as if they were in front of an altar and read in a low voice made a perusal of the menu menu and moved around the forks silver implements and the glass chalices

For M. de Guermantes on the death of my grandmother
on one of his visiting cards thick as the tables of the law he had, underneath: "The Duc de Guermantes" inscribed "From High Very much thinking of you in these macabre times" My mother The cruel incongruity of the expression would not have been enough to shock briefly shocked sho a grimace my mother for a moment, but she made a grimace but she was soon mollified by after such attention. "How kind he is about your poor grandmother Put She passed the card to my father, returned it to me. It was had for a signature (look up what I had to make a note of about Lubersac's signature)

We won't be long in going
for the young lift boy Françoise's footman
The nature of flat Euphony on his distinguished family
I go down not looking for it Lesss
I'm going to look not for Ernest Albertine

for M. de Guermantes
the music of Monsieur Wagner.

Don't forget as regards M. de Charlus and his young man. Thus each creature He looked at him, he recollected the time he had known him, all what he had not known about him and that so many people knew, but most of all what had taken place between them and that all the people who were there in the train carriage did not know (no doubt returning from Mme Verdurin's). Thus in Every creature that All of that was inscribed in this creature who was in front of him and invisible to everybody else, and usually to M. de Charlus himself because usually we let fall into o, those creatures fall into oblivion that which for those creatures, is not the memory of the previous day, and the usefulness of the following day. But often every creature understands in this way the things that we are alone in knowing, and that their appearance is summed up for us like an algebraic expression consisting of many different values. And M. de Charlus rejoiced in this secret having been impregnated early on with Swann's philosophy that nothing is stranger than life.

Norpois a veritable partisan war.
He's an officer general whose brilliant past corresponded to his future.

Don't forget (but where?) 2 letters.
The Prussians were approaching we took fright, we took refuge in our chateau alas.
2nd letter
We believed it our duty not to abandon our chateau etc.

For Rostand's sonnet on Albéric Magnard (even though he acted foolishly) and on Reims (when on the contrary the top of the porch is irreplaceable) don't forget Mme de G. who will say, it is not good, because it is not true. First of all it is exactly the opposite (very Étienne Ganderax)
earlier still not after that smoke.
46 rue de Londres
in every accepted meaning of the word
not the least of things.

Palatine costume
When I come back to the Bois with Albertine on the evening I was to was to dine on the island with Mlle de Silaria.
Just emerging from the alleys we came back into the broad daylight brightness, and our carriage as our carriage descended the avenue in the Bois it was once again broad daylight; also it was with a sudden movement of surprise and from of fear drea dismay of making myself late that in the clear sky I noticed in Paris above Paris in the clear sky the full like a clo like a completely full moon and, like a stopped stopped stopped clock that that is showing a late hour that is an hour in advance and that makes us think that we are have made ourselves late.

For Mme de Guermantes and St Loup
at the end I remind myself that they have been friends for twenty years, I was thinking to myself of the same day.
I found it cruel that they said to me: "That was a long time ago" as if I were not the centre of the world as if the universal laws were applicable to me.
(Mama saying to me: That was a long time ago for Papa's profession)

M. de Guermantes: you are leaving just like that with no warning

Jupien to M. de Charlus big kid, my little kid, great fool
The new lift boy even though the same one that we had to call a different name is (at least one of the good versions) in the first pages of the second part of the violet exercise book dux.

Françoise I have hope for the Russians
should of

Mme Swann
I didn't realize

You're smiling
"Those expressions are dreadful. Bergotte wouldn't use them although in every family...

Fr Cottard buissness

Type of man who writes beautiful letters is no longer the same when we see him.

When she comes
two francs for the postman.
only afterwards

Thinking about Françoise's honesty that is to say her zeal in assisting with the vices of honest people and shutting her eyes to them. About which Charlus said: oh a person I have the greatest confidence in Françoise, it was the cream with rock-solid honesty that she went to look for Charly.

finds oneself indisposed

Because it is from the flatterers of the guilty that are recruited the insulters of the condemned.

in the end You are what I call a smart type

without concerning himself with vague pedagogies for the remainder of long words spl (this rather more M. de G.) that I

For Legrandin
When I meet him on the day I am going out with St Loup and we are going to look for his mistress for lunch (and at this point think about saying about his mistress at Balbec: Sometimes speaking or writ to Robert I had given him a certain opinion dictated not even by discretion or kindness, but by this a feeling that one only usually experiences with regard to oneself, - a desire to be tactful of vanity, to make him take the most possible satisfaction - that one only usually experiences with regard to oneself. I tried had to obtain for him Rob for example tried to obtain for Robert some small success that even somebody loving him very much but not having the weakness for him that one would have oneself found indifferent or contemptuous. Or else I took an interest in something that he had done when I was chatting with Bloch with Mme de Villeparisis to attribute, with no possible refutation, the motive power (not perhaps the truth) that was most flattering as possible for him, which shone most light on him, his disinterestedness, his courage. Women are not deceived by that. Robert's mistress who knew that had written to me to say that she could see that ->

M. de Norpois
it must not be that the government has only endless discussions
outsider [in English (tr.)]

-> I truly loved Robert. As for her, perhaps she did not love him. But she was touched that I loved him.

So I come back to Legrandin. Before that I must say that not long before he had lost his mother, that he had been grief-stricken and that I had written him a letter that had touched him deeply. So that a little afterwards knowing that now he was alone he wanted to have a house built next to the one that had formerly been occupied by my aunt Léonie in Combray and having written to him that I would be very pleased if he chose a different site he complied immediately.
Going to look for Robert I noticed coming in my direction but not seeing me, Legrandin in his loose neck-tie, much aged no doubt on account of the long period of time since I had last seen him, perhaps too on account of his grief at the death of his mother. His fine moustache had gone completely grey, as had his hair, but his complexion far from ->

M. de Norpois
Even though my junior by a number of years Vaugoubert is actually a friend of mine of long standing. He has a soul of crystal
M. de Norpois:
M. de Norpois speak the truth
that was quite a racket
the already very long list of unpunished crimes
Mama to Françoise: your beef was not up to the standard of last time
Cottard Did you say it?
St Loup
Rather droll
a creature so direct
my husband is so complicated Mme de St-Loup will say
has complexities fragilities
on the other hand she has an affecting look
M. de Norpois a charioteer
it is quite touching
Brichot "is correctly speaking a truism" and of a current usage in "literary drinking houses".

-> having gone paler on the contrary had more colour. He walked briskly, with a distinguished figure, a disdainful air, an intelligent brow, a clear and melancholy eye a truly charming face. I stopped him wanted to stop him to thank him for agreeing to build elsewhere, he did not was startled to see me blocking his path, he did not recognize me. I gave him my name. Straight away he expressed a joy an almost tender joy. "Oh! I didn't recognize you. Such a long time. My child he said to me - and the sweetness of this so proud man touched me deeply - allow me to kiss you on your dear cheeks, I was told that you were ill; it's such a pleasant surprise to find you so much better than I thought. And he kissed me tenderly placin not without my smelling a scent almost of violets that semed to be the natural scent of his pink cheeks almost violet clean-shaven beneath his grey moustache, ->

Don't forget to vary the images say when somebody says to you in front of everybody nobody has telephoned and that one is only sad afterwards besides the example of princesse Soutzo's telephone Fitz James is very good and only makes us sad later say like the gas that for the moment does not make us ill

M. de Norpois concerning the simplest thing (at the time it is defensive) that it is in the final analysis

For the duality of Gilberte

People thinking they are speaking old French
it is all the same as if it were not

-> and which had almost turned purple by the emotion of seeing somebody again from Combray, a friend of his somebody who had known his mother. Because Mme Legrandin who had not invited us to her with her daughter, had given me when I was a child a stuffed toy duck in a wicker basket gilded with chocolates, and later the Pêcheur d'Islande. I was very moved to see this so very proud man show me such genuine tenderness. Unfortunately, this that that unknown disease of the self that is called for every person their flaw each of us has that unknown disease of the self that is called their flaw and which resumes without it being noticed bursting out from the depths of his being resumes very quickly. He does not notice it, once or in any case believes that others do not notice it, in the same way that a heavily made up woman believes only that she looks nice and a dirty man imagines that nobody sees that he has a filthy neck. Besides even if they thought that ->

For the people (Bidou style) but it is Benda who are artificially 17th century
give oneself up
she was on the point of dying
one of the greatest revolutions in the art of the theatre had it not been on account of the mechanical perfection of the staging.
In the Dreyfus affair did one not see a general etc.

-> it could not be seen they could not prevent themselves from exercising that deep-rooted tendency of not being concerned that they were discovered like a dirty man who has who thinks that nobody has seen his filthy collar, or like a woman who paints her face and who thinks only that people will find her prettier. It is true that if she thought that they found her less pretty she would paint herself just the same because we obey these deep-rooted tendencies not for the satisfaction of others but of ourselves. Just as M. de Guermantes saying archaeology and false avatar said them at every turn, the same displeasing thing about him he made sure his tips were noticed every time. In the same way Legrandin could not spend a minute with you without talking about the evil of snobbery.
"What behaviour he told me from persons of that type, in the full force of the expression, the swaggerers, lofty struggle, the high hand
without striking a blow
How the die are cast
If we want to win the war
there is a certain friction
the losses are severe
a person several times consul has assured me
(during the Villeparisis visit)
Albertine will say at every turn one particular year there you have a point which is something you don't see every day
a hat that is not stitched with verses

When I learn that St Loup is queer.
So it was that this St Loup with whom I had spent so much of my time, that I knew so well, was one St Loup, he himself wearing on a sort of nice "wolf" [ie loup (tr.)] that I had taken to be his true face. He was in the disguise of a man who loved women and moreover sometimes played the role with pleasure; once he even played it once for many years with deep and painful sincerity. But beneath this wolf there was something else, - unless it was not yet there when I knew him - there was something else. Perhaps this other thing that he alluded to on the evening when he told me he was a miserable wretch, that he had a curse on him, that he wanted to kill himself, words that had made me think ->

Norpois we must avoid the mess
Thank you for your affectionate lines
St M. de Guermantes to be hot headed
M. de Norpois put on the wrong scent
to what the experts say
M. de Norpois make all wood into arrows
it is confirmed.
nobody speaking to my intelligence since his marriage
M. de Norpois: made in Germany [in English (tr.)]
and no longer saying a rogue of a client nor taking it up with ninety

We think we are imitating Plato by saying: Oh Critias and by Jupiter

Norpois overwhelming majority
Since he was ill he travelled by carriage (to follow the course hunting) Bidou style

-> on account of his medical preoccupations that he thought himself threatened by locomotor ataxia or general patalysis.

I said imbecile now
what an imb-b-be cile
he's a silly old fool.

Norpois the Frenchman born malicious does not like it when he is made to think the moon is made of green cheese.
Those great caravanserais.

we're two old chums
Porel at the time of his proconsul
or Porel being proconsul, oh Cottard!
not for one drachma.
M. de Guermantes ab irato

Goncourt a miniaturized style
Charge of St Charlemagne
all overgrown with a rose-bush

Goncourt continued
the rose ... a rose in loose coils, with open fluting, with faltering convolution, a rose where there is in its design something of the fading out of a swoon, a neurotic rose, the decadent rose of ancient centuries.
Bott Decanters Cruet stands that are cathedrals in blue and white crystal (that's mine and not the Goncourts' apart from the word cathedrals for decanters)
Goncourt the deuce
St Simon through good-will and through being moved

Goncourt counter to the judgement of.

Goncourt a man with a large face, with side-whiskers with the thin lips of an English farmer.

Goncourt conspicuous against the flatness of a wall

St Simon choicest
for expressions
in that way we shall have the fine gesture
it seems that it is good business.
Brichot or Norpois
to work ... for the king of Prussia.

Goncourt providing, for the spectator, the chalky pastels the gouache of his drawing.

to others

Don't forget during the war the soirée (of five people) at the Verdurin's Russian military attaché in blue from whom she found out about the Red Cross, Cottard a major, Ski a military interpreter with a silk armband like the children of Our Lady." Charlus has transformed his town house into a military hospital squanders his kindness on soldiers and injured officers but "the attractive ones" dine at his table. All that can be summarized in a few words at the Guermantes' soirée. I had seen during the war had gone to Mme Verdurin's during the war and description and Charlus in a phrase. In short all that dresses up the little clan like Venice dresses up the hours in Combray Best would be perhaps to be (??? difficulties) not to do a chapter about Combray and during the Guermantes' soirée to say: sometimes before I had gone to Combray to see Mme de St Loup, I had taken up moonlight walks again etc., I had discovered nothing, the Vivonne appeared to me small and dirty, I had seen the church again for the funeral of M. de Guermantes and covered with palls with purple armorial bearings etc. (I could even have gone there for that) No the structure will be more the published article. That ought to have given me the idea to set myself to work, no, because the desire does not ->

Léonor de A Cambremer
Radulph de Guermantes

Naievety of Reinach to whom a great English lord said that Wilhelm II was an upstart and who thought by consequence he Reinach was more elegant than W. II (Bloch for the end of the book)

Clemenceau (but this expression is his) the principal advantage of M. Briand being a boldness of action that cloaked an insufficiency of action

M. de Norpois or de Guermantes discomfiture

Hotel rue de Chabrol 20
Strasbourg Hotel rue Amelot
The street at the corner of rue des Jeûneurs and Faubourg Poissonnière

-> confer the will nor above all the power (talent). And I had realized finally on a short trip (on the occasion of the death of M. de Guermantes) that I had no talent (which I had already felt in days gone by on the Guermantes way). This is why: I had thought I would experience noble feelings on seeing the church, the Vivonne once more. The church appeared mediocre and restored to me, the Vivonne dirty etc. Trees on the return. An incident had shown me that I had no powers of observation (Goncourt journal).

Clemenceau: the ultimate - . another form of of: his compromise was nothing but conflagration (very bad ex.)

for Venice: a pink marble trefoil (if possible say a different stone porphyry?)

M. le B Lebureau
M. de Norpois
we know the refrain

Françoise lets drop something
monologues say that's what proves it or when one still says the opposite of what she believed "in reality" or "you see"

Florainville Cousance Vaudement de Béon

Clemenceau "without knowing that human equilibrium is from motion" (this is a quote, I must come up with an equivalent)

the suitable lodger

being a faggot (Cottard) (expression with various meanings at the same time as being of the brotherhood for being Jewish). Cottard could say to Charlus: both of us are celebrated faggots."

"It's sarcastic, saying that"

the intentions of the Crown
d' Names

Among certain people the gift of words is lacking they people who irritate Mme de Guermantes we noticed Mme de St Germer and her sister Mme St Vincent née St Aignan

19bis rue Fontaine Room 38 Hotel Olympia

Norpois the result that was expected in Berlin

Most capital for Mme Cottard coachman, servants for eternities, centuries, transport me, a servant, my personnel, my house husband, victuals.
Mme Dacier staff

One of M. de Guermantes' friends needs to be called Annibal perhaps de Consalvi Damas and when he is spoken of he will be called Babal (or else this will be M. de (Turenne with a monocle) who will call himself that).
With respect to ->

M. de Norpois
I hold that (for I take it as accepted (?) that)

M. de Norpois: what is quite typical.

-> Babal's monocle (when I come to dinner before I go to see the Elstirs they will say we're only waiting for Babal. Oh! but Yet Babal is always very punctual. Hold on there he is hello Babal, How are you Babal) and then I am introduced to him and to add to his monocle. M. de (I can't remember the name calling him Comte Annibal de Bréauté Consa Consalvi and then ->

for the Bidous speaking too much in old French: he declares himself delighted, despite the success (could be left like that because it's from St Simon) and [illegible] such a regrettable man

-> add to the monocle.
When somebody was introduced to M. de , he put in his monocle to see what the object that was named to him was like; his eyes dull from blindness that he from blindness was a moment earlier he quivered with became amiability distinguishing saw distinguished every detail so that to the astonishing satisfaction of finally being able to see was added an ->

M. de Norpois I have been reconciled however that

-> amiability full of good-nature, he sent forth around on me it as soon as he had fitted now that he had fitted the gleaming disc beneath his brow the paternally delighted happy look dazzled dazzled indulgent and paternally amused, of someone watching the apotheosis, in a fairy-land.

When Françoise gives an account of a commission that she has carried out she begins by giving, which makes my parents who are waiting for a reply boil with impatience, a high importance to the slightest words that she said, very and only reserves a very small part to what has been said to her.

M. de Norpois authoritative
if one does not come to tell us that

Mme de Renneport
Princesse de Bamoral
Marquis de Brémontier.

Mme de Cottard I haven't seen you for centuries
a monstrous pudding [in English (tr.)]
our annual exodus,
my male domestics

M. de Norpois
In the year of Our Lord 1895
there is no need to dissect his impression harshly
in his articles said however rarely
grope around whilst waiting to take part
strike a double blow Let's go then!
but did not say, see you will find for yourself
Jaurès, that I have
you will recognize, Clemenceau

The most intelligent Guermantes to the Duchesse as an invitation: You have it
21 rue Cavé
Garage rue Guyot on the right going towards place Malesh[erbes] next to the Parc Monceau

M. de Norpois speaking (preferably in an article?) not at all about military matters: He is dead to France, in the face of the enemy (at Mme de Villeparisis's perhaps, see the dead from that time Ferry perhaps)

Albertine you beat the record

I am
Cottard I am badly handicapped.
Odette: to cut someone
Mme Swann's old-fashioned, historic laugh

M. de Norpois  the wisdom spirit of enterprise of uncle Sam

Henri Ambier 9 rue Joubert Ch. 46

The young Bloch girls: Mercury

Dying voice interesting opinions old-fashioned forms of vocabulary

stole scarf toque.

a gentleman who describes speaks for the gallery

M. de Norpois enter into the lists

Norpois pay for audacity
break the windows
break Europe on the wheel

St Simon not having frequented in his life a man one might name
the very strange dress but strongly feeling her great lady. Dukes and duchesses and other foot-stools

Dying soldiers from the retreat before Arcole
The second French theatre said Cottard.
The girls
And there we are
just over there

Françoise crustaceous milk at bottom, she is in tears she crueltises me
in beauty
live her life
Albertine you like naive little girls
M. de Charlus Guermantes It's he has too may affectations (for example to be in the right)

for Françoise (Most capital) her boy (talking about St Loup perhaps. With her it is a kind of Guermantes simplicity to talk like that) (dainty)

M. de Norpois honi soit qui mal y pense [shame be to him who evil thinks]

Clemenceau that it was not without its drawbacks And that my support will not be lacking is beyond any debate.

M. de Norpois
of that chief
play the tragedy
the framework
"he pontificates a little".

"quite stupidly"

André Ponsard the younger 88 rue de Courcelles

Françoise a hot and cold

M. de Norpois ye gods the use of narcotics

With regard to certain monuments like Porte St Denis
It was bl Blazoned, laureled its stone had taken on the blackness and the indestructibility of bronze which made one think that its sculptures had been struck (?) rather than sculpted like the crowns that where those effigies that we see on old coins from the time of Louis XIV or on instruments that like because they have not fallen into disuse are often very ancient, for example those flat irons that in a simple kitchen introduce give the appearance with their laureled and blazoned reverse side of a the precious piece of an ancient medallion It would be better to put this when Françoise irons granmother's back : a flat iron, black like and royal like the Porte St Denis. And this flat iron like those objects that have not fallen into disuse are very ancient and introduce into the simplest of kitchens archaeological specimens, (even geological like the sink) This flat iron still carried on its reverse side emblems from the ancien régime. It was black and royal like the dark Porte St Denis or St Martin so browned that they seemed to be made of bronze and less sculpted like monuments than struck like coins; and laureled (?) and crowned blazoned it put in the hands of Françoise the royalist who who did not know her good fortune a crown and fleurs-de-lys and the profile of Louis XVI (are there laurel wreaths on Louis XVI coins)

Françoise I thought Prince Bibesco instead of I thought it was Prince de Bibesco

M. de Norpois the government does not accept that suggestion

there are few events more engaging.
Dreyfus MM. Jaurès and consorts will profit
camarilla pronunciamento combinazione

Norpois go down onto the battleground (in the same way as in the lists)

must be put in black exercise book IX but out of place here.
When I talk about the pianist like Antoinette Belloc who smiles when she plays a wrong note I must say It is to be added because the passage exists but without this capital addition (or even place it in the Verdurin Vinteuil soirée or perhaps it all comes at the same time). She made plenty of errors and played plenty of wrong notes, but also at that moment with the arrogance of Phaeton laughingly made having driven too close to the Earth with the sun chariot a shaking she laughingly shook her head in trium triumphal compensation and destined as a diversion because it was intended to show that she to turn towards the Gautier Vignal rhythm that she felt and marked so thus frantically the attention of the public who which had a duty as much as her own not to stop at these unfortunate obstacles in the road caught that she stumbled over without taking any notice of them in the joy of allowing herself to declaim to the spheres: by she seemed to say as formerly the president of the Chamber did at his sittings: The rhythm continues

Mme Cottard I acknowledge that those of my friends who own a vehicle

to be added when I talk about people we remember being like a piece of music that we can't say what it is (and I no longer know which exercise book I put it in). It is probable that certain impressions that seem vague to us are in reality composed of a whole train of concordant impressions, so that when the procession has ended and if we want to remember it, we no longer see anything, it comes to us, not displaying it but assisting us our memory that is searching for it and does not find it, to apprehend its passage, the perfume it has left behind, or perhaps a certain group that marched at its head and even when the rest disappears in the background we still understand. I was trying to call to mind that very beautiful moment in Vinteuil's quartet, but what could I say, I did not know could not remember either the melody, nor the tone, nor whether the notes were rapid and numerous or rather sparse and slow, a certain coolness that ascended, a certain silkiness that felt something radiant and and [sic] soft like a silkiness was elevated in its own melodies with a perfume that was torn from it, that is all I could remember. So it was that that impression made up part als of the train of impressions that I had had and at the same moment but as quickly evaporated as an idea we have had whilst sleeping, came to represent this melody, those numerous or sparse notes etc. no doubt the silky coolness cool silkiness accompanied them like a banner that was all I saw. Unfortunately it is almost the only thing that could not help to define the manner of the procession so that I did not know where to seek for the thing which I had loved so much. when (put all that so to speak in parentheses):  As when I had heard Vinteuil's quartet for the first time. (Really I am thinking here of a violin passage played by Capet in Fauré's first quartet in C minor) no doubt in the third part in the high do _________ do) Try to enlarge on that perhaps during the cup of lime tea

M. de Norpois direct blow that is a master stroke

Albertine in a hurry

M. de Norpois Picquart has created a fiasco give sustained fire places taken by assault

Mme Cottard she does things well
well chambered

Mme Swann to meet [in English (tr.)]
a little meeting [in English (tr.)] tomorrow
good day baronet [in English (tr.)]
Gilberte for my Christmas [in English (tr.)]
M. de Norpois as much as the wind carries from the steppe
like Wilhelm II dressing up in such and such a costume if he returns from some country

Mme de Guermantes in any case it's one of Palamède's, you must admit it is very Guermantes

Don't forget Françoise was modest yet she had a certain haughtiness like saying that she did not have a cold

Raymond Fouretier Hairdresser Roquette 48 29 maison Roblin. rue d'Angoulème

M. de Norpois inter pocula
Here is the great word let drop.
"clerical reaction! here then is the great word let drop"
An old conscript of my acquaintance

"England had signed the treaty, the ink was still not dry when"
"Pitt must have turned in his grave"
"they can no longer raise their eyes to Shakespeare's statue"
"it is a victory success, a great success, a very great success, it will not be written, they will forbear to write that it was is a victory." Make a palaver (all diplomatic witticisms) would not know, affects not to know the secretaries, vote against them at the turf club. Monocle. "There is it seems to me a gentleman of that name who was secretary to London (My father would have told Mama that he did not know his secretaries) I he I never go down to the chancellery but I know that people have spoken to me about him at the turf club because he was presented there, he was blackballed in any case. And if I remember correctly I couldn't swear to it that I didn't give him a black ball.

Mme de Cambremer and laughter. Scandal of Odette in my proofs will have to resume her cliché about women who would be poets (copy exercise book 5 towards the end, attributed I think to the young nervous Baronne de V[ille]parisis, del Monte)

Most capital
When St Loup is married he will say to me sadly. "They my family have done everything they can to split me up from Rachel. Maybe it was a good thing. But I rather think ->

M. de Norpois major excommunication

-> it was a bad thing. There is one non-commissioned officer who you dined with at Doncières and who you liked very much, M. de Langeac. He was forced to split up with an actress. To calm his suffering he was obliged to take to morphine. He hasn't been able to recover from it. He's become stupefied, he had to leave the service, he he was a sol military man with a great future. He would have been better off if they had stuck together." "You're not taking morphine I hope." "Oh no! don't worry about that. That never happened to me. In any case I would have had to split up with Rachel for that to happen. Everybody is convinced that I'm still with her. Even Gilberte herself thinks so!" and Moreover at times he descended into melancholy talking about himself as a creature cursed, threatened by a terrible misfortune be it that he so much so that I wondered whether he had contracted a contagious illness, if he had ->

M. de Norpois Vaugo[ubert]
He has carved out a fine success for himself

-> some hereditary madness from his father's side, if the spiritualism that he ascribed to so I had been told had not foretold him an early death. Don't feel any envy for me. You'll see that I will never have old bones and that I will die terribly, more terribly perhaps that we can know he told me" Later on I think he wanted to say pederastic scandal. Afterwards I think that it was perhaps realized by his death between the barbed wire.

Precy that is also written Pressay

M. de Norpois I don't like people who play the tragedy about anything and everything

Albertine what do you want my poor woman. -. But she did not know the poor woman

Marquis de Larembie

He copies himself and that ends up making him look stupid even quicker

M. de Norpois leave the place of recantation

lackey no longer used other than "dismissed like a lackey" or dismissed from service in the pieces by M. de Norpois.

M. de Norpois to give oneself the field

M. de Norpois Hamidian system
Victorian era
spoken like a true head of government

Françoise to require an object (to arrange it) in a cupboard, to dismiss a door.

M. de Norpois ye gods, to be yoked to

Albertine: "What an enormous joke".

M. de Norpois the dualist monarchy
social reason, the "Habsburg firm", Le Trust, to use one of today's expressions.

for the people who speak dead French (in contrast to Mme de Guermantes or Françoise) and ask to be given leave to do something (rather than permission)

Don't forget that it is a theme that recurs in my life more important than the love of Albertine ->

Mme Cottard it is had an Homeric response

-> and perhaps assimilable to the crowing of the ->

M. de Norpois to push at an open door

-> cockerel of Vinteuil's quartet finishing with an eternal morning, it is the theme of remembrance ->

Cottard (?) during the war severe losses

-> material for artistic vocation (cup of tea, trees on an excursion, spires etc.)

Françoise Gentlemen Aimé the Zeppelins were at it again

Capital when Mme Swann's cousin Lady (Wagram) receives Mme de la Ferronays add
For a long time she had not succeeded in getting to know her and she remained in society bewildered before the black dress of the powerful and impoverished lady like a horse rearing up in front of a snake. Then she had performed abundant upon being presented she had performed elaborate greetings to her that the other returned without appearing to know her with a purely physical movement such as when one draws back to get out of the way of a carriage or when one shakes the snow from one's veil. Finally she thanks to various circumstances Lady had been allowed to pay a visit. And now the Comtesse de xxx was paying her one in return. It was And to the emotion that was occasioned to the beautiful and glittering multimillionairess by the presence of the little hunchbacked lady in black wool who did not whose total income was certainly less grand than that of a single one of the stewards of one of Lady de Rufus Israëls' chateaux, one would have thought that the worldly situation that reveres snobbishness less worthy of admiration resembles almost but as much in the same degree as the power of the Pope's since he lost the Church Estates or that courage, or talent, social standing such as snobbery understands it resembles by her bareness, her possibility of dispensing with material means, by her superiority over them, has the appearance of Moral Strength. Certainly it was bad luck Lady Rufus Israëls told herself that only Mme Swann was there. What was Comtesse de x going to think

St Loup cross-checks

M. de Norpois
that he should have numerous satraps
come to resipiscence
my magnificent grandmother.
Françoise you're getting someone else, agilerty
Brichot he's a very honest man
St Loup he has an attractive turn of mind

to ask for
lift boy to go back into aviation
George Bonis 46 rue Lévis
Marquis de Hébuterne de Festubert de Bailleul
Marquise de Varanbon de Me Plessis-Jassans de Plessis Châtillon.
Amaury (Momo)

To add to Mme de Verdurin's arrival at Mme Swann's in the proofs that are with Gallimard: Salon of in a salon she was herself an inclusive salon, and even more than a salon all the winter lawns that created the almost elegant suburban charm of the Swann's winter salon because Mme Verdurin was all wrapped up in white like a garden under snow.

when she told me to come and hear Dechambre I very much regretted not being able to do so but because I knew that Dechambre was a great artist and I was very curious to hear him. But I consoled myself by thinking that in all probability Mme de Verdurin did not even know him and that it was one of those ruses that the mistresses of houses offer who then make their excuses because their programme does not include the promised names.

Wagram 87 twice

Due to the fragmentary nature of these notes it is not possible to create a strictly coherent translation. Some parts are necessarily conjectural. There are copious explanatory notes in Carnets, Gallimard 2002 which I have chosen not to include in this translation as they would have almost doubled its length.
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