I’ve read much about the real Marcel Proust, and the incident of his mother’s good-night kiss is not documented anywhere. We can safely assume that this episode never happened in real life, but, considering Proust’s unfortunate neurosis, it would not be altogether too surprising if it did happen.

Anyway, I think the narrator’s memories are meant to be disorganised and out of order. Remember, it’s a pursuit of lost time; if there was such a clear idea of how old everyone was and when everything happened, it would all be ‘time recaptured,’ wouldn’t it?

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Great story of the Medeliene Moment. I too have been an artist since childhood and ever in the moment of Madeliene. Started oil paints right after high school as when entering college. Did not touch them again for 20 years, then to pastel chalk sketching which I now find my original sketching as my element again as a child at age 53- See the site as my art is now featured in NASA web sites! - Mark

Thank you for your kind reminder not to rip off other people’s work: I apologize for not crediting your blog for the lovely photo of the madeleines I used on my blog.

I do always want to honor other people’s work, and your comment was a gentle nudge to remind me not to get careless about that! (And I do appreciate that you did it gently. I’ve read very frightening slams on other people’s blog about this, but I believe mostly we bloggers want to be generous… Well, I hope so, anyway.)

I’ve changed my post to credit your husband and your blog. Thank you for the information and for letting me use the photo.

I would like to send you a Tiffany-made cigarette case, as Proust would have done, but in lieu of that, please accept my sincere apology and thanks for your good blog instead.

Best,
Fresca