Within a Budding Grove

Vol. 2 of Remembrance of Things Past

by

Marcel Proust

(A l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs
À la Recherche du temps perdu, Tome 2)

Translated from the French by C. K. Scott Moncrieff

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Table of Contents

Madame Swann at Home

A break in the narrative: old friends in new aspects — The Marquis de Norpois — Bergotte — How I cease for the time being to see Gilberte: a general outline of the sorrow caused by a parting and of the irregular process of oblivion.

Place-names: The Place

My first visit to Balbec — First impressions of M. de Charlus and of Robert de Saint-Loup — Dinner with Bloch and his family.

Seascape, with Frieze of Girls

Dinners at Rivebelle — Enter Albertine.

Translator’s Dedication

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 heads, behold

The features, catch the whispered breath

Of friends long garnered in the cold

Unopening granaries of death,

Whose names in solemn cadence ring

Across my slow oblivious page.

Their friendship was a finer thing

Than fame, or wealth, or honoured age,

And — while you live and I— shall last

Its tale of seasons with us yet

Who cherish, in the undying past,

The men we never can forget.

Bad Kissingen, C. K. S. M. July 31, 1923.

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