Actually, one needs a fair amount of leisure to read Proust. I am still (grimly) plodding through the grandmother's death, irritated by the clueless medics, the antics of Francois, and the Guermantes.
Conflict moves the plot, and this section has it in spades, but Proust, not being a three-murders-a-car-chase-a-couple-explosions-and-raw-sex kind of guy just limns along in Marcels world of home and society, sticking it to practically everyone.
Love it. Love it. Love it.
Proust should indeed be read three times: in youth, middle age and old(er) age. The payoff is, well, Proustian.
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