I just read the section of Proust where he goes on for pages about watching Albertine sleep. Very lyrical and touching, really. Albertine is still mysterious to me, and also to the narrator. But one can see her in Balbec with her jaunty cap and nose in the air on her bike. Those girls who he found so fetching, and now one is asleep in his bed. This is a wonderful passage.
Reading a bit of Proust off and on before bedtime. Albertine comes and goes. He refuses to accompany her but he is suspicious of her errands. He consults the Duchess for clothing ideas for his mistress. What a crazy life.
Happy Thanksgiving to my readers who celebrate Thanksgiving, and if you don't, well, pause a minute and consider your blessings: relatives, friends, hearth, work, hobbies, nature, sports, whatever gives you succor and pleasure.