"After he wakes and has his inhalation, Monsieur never speaks." "For six months Monsieur has been living on no more, than two cups of coffee a day." "He sleeps very little." "When I have written the word "end"," "I will travel south." "He writes at night and in the early morning." "I am at his disposal." "I sleep from 8 a.m. till three in the afternoon." "From four in the afternoon on, I wait for him to ring." "I take coffee and first milk to him." "I wait for him to ring again and take the second milk to him;" "it has to be freshly boiled" "That is all Mr. takes." "Having to wait... this is how it first began." "Come, Celeste." "Do you know what this is?" "The call-bell." "It's electric." "When it rings, a number appears here." "I wanted to show it to you." "It's what they had in former times." "Afraid?" "Nicholas has already brought him coffee and milk and two croissants." "Afterwards, when Mr. rings twice, you take out the croissant and you put it on this saucer." "Come!" "You take the croissant down there." "you go through the dining room, and the empty parlor." "It's the next door." "You draw back the curtains, you open the door and go in." "He knows you're helping out." "But don't talk to him!" "I've an errand to run." "Do I get a kiss?" "And don't walk around the flat!" "He's had his room lined with cork panels as he's so sensitive, you'll see." "And you mustn't talk to him, understand?" "If he rings again, he wants more hot milk." "But Nicholas will soon be back." "Good luck!" "I was sitting here with the third croissant." "But Mr. did not ring." " Was there anything?" " Nothing, Odilon." "Nicholas won't be long." "Take care!" "He didn't ring." "They called for me once more, and once again, he didn't ring." "But it's strange..." "I didn't get bored at all waiting all those hours." "It was eerie, being in this large strange flat, yet I felt at home" "Somewhere, another person was breathing." "And one day, it rang." "I couldn't see his face, but his eyes looked at me." "I shall always remember that." "I started eight years ago, in 1914." "Then suddenly war broke out." "Nicholas, the valet, and my husband were recruited." "That's how I stayed with Mr." "At the beginning of the war, in September, he went to Cabourg, by the sea." "He took me with him." "It was his last trip." "Then our hermit life began." "He's having a fit!" "When I'm dead, you'll think of Marcel, because you'll never find another like him." "I present Marcel Proust, in his nightshirt and uncombed." " Would you help again?" " Yes." "I've called you because I'm at a loss what to do." "What's the matter, Mr.?" "The additions!" "And the margins are full." "I could keep writing on loose pages, but..." "I always get them muddled up." "And when it goes to the typesetter..." "There, we'll try this." "Hold here, Mr." "Now you can fill as many pages as you wish." "All I need is space to paste the pages." "The rest is no problem." "Looks as if moths had been at it." "Is it important?" "Very." "Yes, I know, they always go for the best bits." "Could you bring the hot-water bottles, I'm feeling a bit chilly." "That's because you don't sleep." "You can't work continuously." "But I must, time is pressing." "Tell me, Celeste... to live here at night, all the time, with a sick man," "isn't this a sad life?" "Why, Mr.?" "I know I'm an eccentric." "Like a jay, just like a feather duster." "You want to keep them all!" "Please forgive me." "Please, call me Marcel - just once!" "But why not?" "Because I can't." "I'm so grateful to you for agreeing to tend a sick man." "This is temporary, till I've found another man-servant." "It isn't correct for a sick man like me, bedridden, to have a woman at his side." "Especially a young woman." "I know you can't do a thing." "You'll just make my coffee." "You don't even know how to speak in the third person." "No, Mr., and I don't want to be able to, either." "All the better." "May I ask something?" "Go ahead!" "Why don't you call me Celeste?" "I'm embarrassed when you say Madame." "Because I can't." "You want me to call you by your Christian name, though I don't know how to speak in the third person." "All the better." "On his last journey to the sea, to Cabourg, in 1914, at the beginning of the war, he still took a valet along, a tall Swede." "Mr. and I, we laughed about him secretly." "Mr. lead me by the hand, like a little girl, and showed me the sea and sun, through the oval window he loved so much." "He then began calling me Celeste, and so it remained." "I must meet the Countess Chevigne'." "All right, Mr." "Do you think I might possibly be too weak, dear Celeste?" "It'll be fine because you want it to." "Phone her to find out if she's free tonight." "All right, Mr." "I'd like to meet the Countess at the Ritz." "Could you, in case she agrees, call Mr. Dabescat, and have the small lilac room reserved?" "May I ask you to hurry up?" "Sorry, I forgot what's most important, it's been 20 years... ask if she still has that great hat decorated with Parma violets." "I can't quite remember, it torments me." "With pleasure." "Could you call in at Lemaitre's?" "Tell him to send her orchids!" "They must be very beautiful!" "Yes, Mr., very nice." "The Countess could bring Mr. Cocteau with her, he lives in the same house now." "Yes, Mr., bring Mr. Cocteau." "And call Mr. Francois, please." "Have him come right away." "Don't forget my foot-bath!" "Are there enough towels?" "Will you manage to do all that?" "At once!" "I shall fly like a witch on a broomstick." "Mr. Dabescat is to make up the menu as usual." "Tell Odilon to be ready at 9 o'clock." "Yes, Mr..." "Odilon at 9 o'clock." "I said it all began with my waiting, but this isn't true." "It started with these errands, letters, messages, flowers, and with his first book "Swan's Way" which had just come out." "Mr. had asked Odilon:" "What does she do, your young wife?" "She's from the country, isn't she?" "Does she like it in town?" "Not at all" " Odilon replied." "All she does is wait for me, she hardly sleeps, she eats little and never wants to go out." "She's longing for her mother." "She might like to deliver, the presentation copies of my book for me;" "that would distract her." "That's what Odilon told me, and I answered, "Ok, I'll go"" "My God, how many letters have I delivered since?" "1000?" "That isn't enough." "The letters are always part of a plan whose aim is to hunt for models for characters in his books." "Often making complicated detours to meet someone." "It must look like a matter of chance." "Mr. doesn't seek just any feeling," "Mr. seeks the truth." "I act as his hound." "I rouse his game, and he - bang!" "The number of models he needs for just one character!" "Suddenly an address disappears." "I know: the pages have ended, he no longer needs this model." "Mr. is waiting for you Mr. Francois." "Your instruments are ready." " Good-bye, Mr. Francois." " Good-bye, Mme. Celeste." "Now he's spattered himself." "Always when he's almost done dressing." "He already has his tie on, too." "He wants to break a record, he's finished a whole flask, of tooth-powder, it's really wonderful." "Like in the good old days" "This linen is almost clean!" "What a waste!" "You know my skin chaps if I use a damp towel twice." "What would you have done if you'd had poor parents?" "You're spattered again!" "But I put a towel..." "Don't move!" "People won't mind me being spattered." "You look like an Oriental prince." "Thank you, I like how you said that." " Have these gloves been cleaned?" " I don't think so, Mr." "I can't smell anything." "They smell of benzine!" "You know I don't appreciate initiatives of this kind." "Why do you do it then?" "I'm tired, so terribly tired." "Such a great effort," "for a bit of information." "My boots... would you mind?" "Here they are, Mr." "No, Celeste, not that!" "I'm nearly done, Mr." "How kind you are to me, Celeste, how very kind!" "At times I felt as if I were his mother... then again as if I were his child." "You've not changed the sheets!" " They aren't dirty, I thought..." " I think they're damp." "I want them changed every day, even if I go out every day." "I'm sorry, Mr." "When I've written the word "end", we'll travel south together." "Why not go to Combray to see places of your childhood again, which you write about?" "Lost paradises can only be rediscovered within oneself." " Well, Mr.?" " Well, dear Celeste." "Still Mr.?" "This old war-horse still has no right to support you?" "And the Countess Chevigne'?" "What a unique woman she was when I watched for her, when she drove to the Bois de Boulogne!" "What a beauty!" "I was in ecstacy." "and tonight..." "An old lady with a hoarse voice and an aquiline nose." "And the moleskin hat?" "Didn't she answer when you asked her?" "All she said was:" "Marcel, after all this time" "After all this time." "Have you some tidbits?" "Are you going to offer any?" "Yes, come!" "I hope I haven't forgotten anything." "Try to picture all the people who were there tonight." "I'm waiting." "Here, the Countess Murat" "Her boots make her look ready to leap at you in a Cossack dance." "Be careful!" "There, Boni de Castellane, but that's quite another story." "I can well imagine." "Here the young Jean Cocteau." "When he saw me, he jumped on the table, on the table!" " On the tablecloth?" " He shouted: here's Marcel!" "That was very embarrassing." "I always thought he was a buffoon!" "He tells a pack of lies to be noticed, but he's witty." "He wanted to sit next to me but seated there," "was Father Mugnier." "Luckily!" "On the other side..." "She had a white fox and she spent the whole evening, stroking my face with the fox tail, saying "I love you!"" "How pretty." "Then my other neighbor, Father Mugnier, had horrible warts on his face." "I like him!" "Among all these people, in his threadbare soutane" "Won't you bring him home one day, I'd like to see his warts." "I'll do that." " But not on a Friday!" " What do you mean?" "Good Friday dinners where you had a choice of meat or fish" "What day is normal?" "Father Mugnier helps himself to meat..." "Continue!" "His neighbor leans over and whispers: "Meat, today?"" "And he pushed his plate away saying: "Ah, what do I see"" ""How could I make such a mistake?"" "And now, Boni de Castellane, the dandy of Paris!" " He married a rich American." " No!" "And with her money he built a palace." "in the style of the Grand Trianon." "This evening I didn't relent until he showed it to us." "We got as far as the bedroom," "his American wife is very rich, true, but also very ugly" "Boni said: "This is the opposite side of the coin"" "I also saw Boni tonight, dear Celeste." "This elegance, this extravagance!" "The studs on the collar of his old mastiff looked like gold." "He hasn't a penny left." "He isn't the only one." "These people sleep on the lid of a bath-tub, because they don't even have a bed." "But they still know how to keep up appearances!" " Well, Celeste?" " Well, Mr.?" "Follow me!" "I know where you've been, Mr." "You've been there once again, once wasn't enough?" "No." "Through the peep-hole again?" "I was told a man would come who wanted to be whipped." " That can't be!" " Yes, Celeste." "I watched the scene through a small window." "It smelt bad." "I was in an uncomfortable position, but I had to see it." "He came from the north expressly for that." "A fat man with thin legs and a timid childlike face." "He let himself be chained to the wall, and a fellow beat him with a whip... until the welts burst... and blood spurted everywhere." " No!" "Only then did the poor man" "experience sensual enjoyment." "How could you watch such a thing?" "I'd watch even more horrible things." "But why?" "Because I lack imagination." "I have to collect it all with difficulty." "Go to bed, Celeste." "What time is it?" "It's been daylight for awhile." "Ok, I want to work." "Go to bed yourself." "No, time is pressing..." "Good night." "Good night." "Excuse me for having woken you." "a third time." "That doesn't matter." "I always like to come" "Dear Celeste, I can't quite remember, which of your brothers was so sensitive," "so tender and sweet to you." "He was the youngest." "Sit down for a minute." "I'm pining for Mama." "When you went to your mother's funeral..." "The stocking incident..." "Because I had left in a hurry, without changing," "My court shoes sank in the snow," "I wore white spotted stockings." "A farmer said, as I walked by," ""That one with her openwork stocking, she must be hot!"" "thinking I'd not know his dialect" "My mother was already buried." "I went straight back to Paris." "I can see her still, watching me go, till I was out of sight." "My brother took me by carriage to the station." "Mama is standing by the gate getting smaller and smaller." "She lifts her hand and waves... so awkwardly..." "how sweet she is!" "Now, the walls" "Tell me" "There isn't much to tell." "The stones are piled up... there are many stones at our place." "In other parts they have fences, we have walls." "When I joined Odilon in Paris, in that small flat," "I often thought about our big house." "in the middle of the village, like in a valley." "And all around, fields, completely enclosed by walls." "Tell me another story... the hat story" "When Mama was expecting her seventh child, a fire destroyed our property." "That day I secretly put on my white confirmation dress" "My dress caught on the front door and I fell in the mud." "My youngest brother wanted to protect me." ""Don't be cross with Celeste" he said, "or I'll cry"" "Someone shouted:" ""Fire!" "Fire!"" "The barn was full of straw." "Mama climbed up with a bucket of water." "She falls, gets up, climbs up with a second bucket." "Her dress catches fire..." "The smoke, the storm, the flames the shouting, the cattle; we got there just in time to save them." "The baby was born eight days later." "it didn't stop crying, and after a short time, it died." "My father, having lost everything, had to borrow a neighbor's hat to go to Mass on Sunday... it was too small" "That made us laugh." "Whenever we looked at Papa, we burst out laughing." "You look beautiful today!" "Why is it you never married?" "You'd have been a kind husband, attentive and considerate, and you'd have had well brought-up children." "I'd have to have a wife who understands me" "And as I only know one woman like that in the whole world," "I could only have married you." "Well, now that's an idea!" "But you are much better suited in replacing Mama for me." "Do you see a difference between Platonic and sensual love?" "I don't know what you mean." "I must prepare the inhalation for tomorrow." "Good night." "Have you disinfected the mail yet?" "Not yet." "Right away." "It's after five." "Yes, he's late today." "For... thirteen days now," "he just wants his coffee and hot-water bottles." "He doesn't speak." "I think he works day and night." "All I hear is his coughing." "His room must be like an ice-box, without heating." " I could..." " Quiet!" "No, it's nothing." "I though he'd have an inhalation." "An ice-box!" "Shall I have another look at the chimney?" "No, the smoke comes back into the room." "Mr. says there's a gas leak." "He doesn't eat a thing, the cold, the constant thinking, his knees drawn up..." "I'd have been dead long ago." "He'll outlive us." "I have a client." "Don't I get a kiss?" "Is that all?" "Take care." "I wanted to visit you." "I had a peculiar feeling." "He hasn't rung." "Not yet?" "Do you know what time it is?" "Nearly midnight." " Don't you want to go look?" " Only when he rings." "I don't know when I'll be back." "Take care!" "Madame, I present to you Marcel Proust, in his nightshirt and uncombed." "You know never to put a finger in a glass, not even if it's been used." "What was that?" "I fell asleep." "You'd better have a look." "He doesn't want that." "He doesn't want it... but if..." "Is he dead?" "Did he call?" "What do you want to do?" "Wait." "And if..." "He's alive." "He'll outlive us all." "Odilon!" "It's nearly half past five, you have another errand to run." "Yes, thank you." "Still nothing?" "Still nothing." "How much longer do you want me to wait?" "Until this afternoon." "What did you think?" "I didn't think anything." "But you listened." "Of course." "I was worried." "Really?" "You gave me quite a fright." "That wasn't very nice." "I, too, thought... we might never see... each other again... my dear Celeste." "He wanted to know, what it was like to die." "He wanted to experience death." "He needed this, for his book." "When I think that this is only the 2nd part of his work, that there are yet 1000's of pages..." "Where has she got to?" "I see it coming like a nightmare, an avalanche that will crush me... but I've begun realizing this is an epoch-making work..." "Where has she got to?" "Mr. cannot see you yet, it's too early." "At five in the afternoon?" "At 10, maybe." "Or tomorrow, Mr. is undecided." "Does he realize how important it is to receive, the first Goncourt prize given after the war?" " For his publisher, too!" " He's right." "I must catch tonight's train to set the new edition in motion." "I implore you, it's urgent!" "I'll let him know." "He can consider himself lucky that the jury voted for him" "It's a shady business, but it's in our favor," "If I think that we refused it all, that Gide didn't even open the parcel holding the manuscript" "He didn't want to publish any "dandy" literature!" "That must've been one of the jury's arguments." "And, the competitor's book deals with a subject, that concerns us far more, after this war, than do Proust's girls." "What a job we had getting this book back!" "Proust had already the other printer." "Printing it privately." "Volume II was to appear, when we smelt the rat, in time" "We were on the alert." " And now, the Goncourt!" " The first after the war!" "Where has she got to?" "Please..." "For one minute!" "The circus is on." "They want to forget they didn't even read the dandy's book." "Times change." "Now that these gentlemen are on their way," "I just want to tell you..." "Our door-bell will likely be rung quite frequently now." "I don't want to see anyone." "Especially no reporters, nor photographers." " Throw them all out." " Yes, sir." " Don't answer their questions." " I shan't say a word." "May I ask you a question?" "Are you pleased about the prize?" "Very..." "very." "I should like to congratulate you." "Thank you, I like the way you said that." "I haven't had my inhalation yet." "Would you like to help me?" " Good morning." " Morning." "Excuse me." "In nine years, this is the first time, you've spoken to me before your coffee." " I have big news for you." " News?" "Last night..." "Yes..." "Last night I wrote the word "end"" "I'm pleased for you." "But the additions..." "As you know, I must paste in many more accordions." "But my work can be published." "It won't have been in vain." " As regards the additions..." " Yes." "We shall have visitors." "I need some important information." "The beginning of the second movement, please." "Just the mysterious passage." "And now the second motif." "There was this other passage." "Tristan." "May I ask you, once again..." "That comes again, doesn't it?" "And then this..." "endless tune." "Never allow anyone to give me an injection." "Promise me." "Ce'sar Franck composed this, a few months before he died, didn't he?" "What wonderful thoughts before dying!" "I didn't quite understand the interlacing, of all the motifs in the last movement." "Yes, this... and the other interlacing..." "It is wonderful to see the meeting of different motifs, and the transformation which results" "It's illuminating, beautiful." "Isn't that so?" "I am very grateful to you" "...that the work of art... is the only means" "to recapture lost time" "A seed..." "I would die," "just as the plant had developed" "You don't sleep anymore, you don't eat, you don't want any coffee." "The flu weakened you." "Do you want to continue?" "The publisher needs the proof-sheets." "?" "Odilon, get some fresh beer, quickly!" "Celeste." "I want cold stewed fruit!" "He orders all the things Dr. Bize prescribes, but takes none." "I assure you this isn't a bad flu." "I've recommended injections of camphor oil, if you follow my advice, it'll be a matter of eight days." "Dear Dr., I must, I want to correct these proof sheets." "The publisher awaits them." "Your brother refuses to be treated." "Something must be done, at all costs!" "I haven't the authority." "I don't want to force you, my little Marcel." "I'd just like to get you out of this ice-cold room." "There is an excellent clinic close by, very well-kept..." "You'd have a nurse who'd give you the necessary care." "I don't need your nurses." "Only Celeste understands me, all I want is Celeste." "We'll treat you against your will." "Go, I don't want to see you any more!" "I forbid you to come back!" "I can't send your brother away!" "Here's the stewed fruit." "It's terrible to thing doctors can torment a sick person, just to add maybe half a day to this miserable life." "No injections!" "Promise me that!" "I promise you." "You haven't slept properly in five weeks." "I don't count" "Cold beer!" "Quickly!" "Or I'll get very angry!" "He asked for fish." "Wait, I want to see him first." "I dissuaded him from the fish." "His heart is too weak." "Call me if you need me." "I'd like to sit on the edge of my bed, turn, please." "Send the good Dr. Bize a bunch of flowers." "Celeste, I should've liked to have written you a letter." "You have better things to do than that." "If I put something important in my little Chinese cabinet, will you promise me not to open it before I am dead?" "You know how inquisitive I am." "Don't do that." "I'm so sorry." "Can you hold out?" "Yes." "I felt dizzy when I saw below me, and yet inside me, as if I were many leagues high" "so many years" "as if people were perched on living stilts, growing incessantly, sometimes higher than church towers higher than church towers... which finally made their walking," "difficult and perilous, and from which they suddenly fell." "I was startled to see mine had become so long, under my stride, it didn't look as if I'd have the strength," "very much longer, to hold on to my past." "...would my strength last long enough... for me to finish my work..." "I can't go on." "I can't hold myself up any more." "To please you, dear Celeste." "There's a big woman in the room... in black!" "Does she frighten you?" "A little." "But you mustn't touch her." "I shall soon have driven her away." "Dr. I beg you, save him." "He is so weak." "Give him an injection." "Good day, my dear Odilon." "I'm pleased to see you." "Where?" "In the thigh." "I'll lift the sheet, Dr." "I'm ashamed." "Am I tormenting you, my dear little Marcel?" "Yes, my dear Robert." "Does that do you good, my little Marcel?" "Yes, Robert." "Madame, I know all you've done for him," "Be brave." "Is he dead?" "Yes, Celeste."