The reflections of an adolescent male, perhaps not a fully formed adult human being, if someone privileged to participate in the experience of this process we call life, the very process of feeling and responding to sensory existence, events, achieves ever reach that state. that could then be recorded as memories of that remembered experience in sufficient detail that, at some indeterminate future time, aren’t they all indeterminate futures? -except for the eventual failure of non-existence- that experience can be remembered, redrafted, relived, perhaps even to the extent that it may bear even a passing resemblance to the reality it remembers, or perhaps these memories could inevitably be represented, through misrecollection or misrepresentation or simply by reinterpretation founded on doubt, self-analysis or mere delusion, to become less than accurate, a mere acknowledgment of hats off to a now largely ignored remote truth , or simply Taken for granted, then, these musings, themselves not of an adolescent by age, but certainly one by character, and frequenting a privileged upper-class society, perhaps as its captive or even prisoner, a society whose claims to represent extensive experience is itself completely false, since it includes only those with claims to power and status, although often these people do not achieve, despite their airs and grace, their titles, their honors, their goods unmentioned or overrated and underutilized properties, his regardless of taste in fashion, arts or decor, especially music, which often forms the background to his candid but usually vapid conversations, words that often talk about sex, sexuality , marriage, concubinage, love affairs, lovers, loved ones, unloved or hated relationships, cohabiting, commercially contracted or even voluntary, especially when a young woman, perhaps a girl, like Albertina, chooses, chooses, I mean! – inhabiting even the unmarried Parisian abode of the one who reflects in an adolescent way on whether she really cares for him, loves him, thinks of him or simply uses him to promote her own interest in her own sex, in AndrĂ©e for example, making him the adolescent wanders over and over again through his own musings, reassessing his own priorities, remembering Gilberte, for example, a focus of his attention from some time ago, a past that may even continue, or a child’s obsession with Odette, officially Madame Swann, who before her marriage made a living largely behind the scenes, a stance that facilitated the advantage of a particularly wealthy client who admitted her to the permanence of her own impermanent life and who, therefore, he never really found admission into that titled society. she was regularly forced – it must be said voluntarily – to frequent, then these musings of the young man, surpassed by adolescence could, in an imagined world, be related to the reality that all these people lived, but due to their variation of that reality it could seem more about the writer carrying out the act of remembering than any details attributed to those he describes, so this reality becomes a record of things past, the memory of things past, so it becomes almost permanent because of the pen to paper commitment, redraw and rewrite that reality, at least until you find a final point.