Proust: Swann's Way (unabridged)

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Proust: Swann's Way (unabridged)

Catalogue No:

NA0096

Discs:

17

Release date:

23rd Jan 2012

Barcode:

9781843796060

Length:

21 hours 32 minutes

Medium:

CD (download also available)
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Proust: Swann's Way (unabridged)

Remembrance of Things Past Vol. 1


read by Neville Jason

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Marcel Proust: Swann's Way (Unabridged)

Swann's Way – Remembrance Of Things Past

The stiffened side underneath my body would…

Riding at a jerky trot…

My sole consolation…

Our utter ignorance…

In the end…

But we sat silent.

I do not agree with you…

In this particular instance…

Noiselessly I opened the window…

I was not, however.

'My dear,' she had said to Mamma…

And so it was that…

And I begin again to ask myself…

COMBRAY

That rosy candlelight…

'Oh dear, dear; the poor little creature!'

While my aunt gossiped on in this way…

The church!

It was the steeple…

On our way home from mass…

And since, besides this…

Every morning I would hasten…

On the table was the same plate…

I had not the least idea…

But in later years…

The novelist's happy discovery…

Sometimes I would be torn from my book…

Before seeing them…

I was by no means Bergotte's sole admirer…

I dared not accept such an offer…

While I was reading in the garden…

'Look at Roussainville,'…

Francoise was avaricious…

When I say that…

His one and only passion…

She was genuinely fond of us…

One Sunday, when my aunt…

I crept out of the kitchen…

Just as we reached the house…

Of course he would never have admitted…

That land which knows not truth…

We used always to return…

When we had decided to go…

But it was in vain…

'Gilberte, come along; what are you doing?'

That year my family…

Anyone who, like ourselves…

Often, too, we would hurry…

During that autumn my parents…

That girl whom I never saw…

She was in deep mourning…

I remembered the words…

If the 'Meseglise way' was so easy…

Presently the course of the Vivonne…

And I knew that they bore not only the titles…

'It is, it must be Mme de Guermantes, and no one else!'

How often, after that day…

Alone, rising from the level…

I never thought again of this page…

The 'Meseglise way' with its lilacs...

Swann in Love

Just as it is not by other men…

But while each of these attachments…

He had sought an excuse…

When Mme Verdurin had announced…

From this lofty perch…

But the notes themselves…

The young pianist bent over her…

Greatly to Mme Verdurin's surprise…

But little did that matter to him…

And these affectations were in sharp contrast…

And when he was tempted…

Verdurins's…

Swann made Remi drive him…

However disillusioned we may be about women…

And the pleasure which the music gave him…

But, once in a while…

Swann made no attempt…

This charm of drawing him closer to her…

He might have reminded himself…

'Who is that gentleman?'

'It's not a Japanese salad, is it?'

She could scarcely have expected…

M. Verdurin had been wiser…

There are certain original…

If he were dining out…

And yet he was not sorry…

But then, at once, his jealousy…

Swann had, in fact…

In spite of all these manoeuvres…

At last the carriages were ordered.

He could see the pianist…

And so that drawing-room…

But when she had set off for Dreux…

But the thought of his absent mistress…

Ah! Had fate but allowed him…

Now that, after this swing…

But at other times…

Certainly, of the extent of this love…

But most of all…

There she was, often tired…

And yet he would have wished…

One day she announced…

A few feet away…

The Marquis de Forestelle's monocle…

At this moment…

She seemed not so much to be issuing an invitation…

'Oh, but Cambremer is quite a good name; old, too,'…

Swann, who was accustomed…

Meanwhile the concert had begun again…

As though the musicians…

So Swann was not mistaken in believing…

One night he dreamed that he was going away for a year…

The Prince des Laumes…

One day, after the longest period…

Instinctively Swann thought of the remark…

But he could not confine himself…

Besides, her very admissions…

The painter having been ill…

And Mme Cottard withdrew…

The painter remarked to Swann…

Place-Names: The Name

But soon it happened that…

Even from the simplest…

One day, as I was weary of our usual place…

Only, near the grass…

But when she had set off for Dreux…

But at that actual moment…

Everything that concerned them…

While I waited I read over again…

I had always, within reach…

'One isn't obliged to ask everyone to one's house…'

But most often of all…

But instead of simplicity…

That sense of the complexity…

Alas! There was nothing now but motor-cars…

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