Moreover, I forgot almost immediately these last weeks of our stay. What I saw almost invariably in my minds eye when I thought of Balbec were the hours which, every morning during the fine weather, since I was due to go out in the afternoon with Albertine and her friends, my grandmother, following the doctor's orders, insisted on my spending lying
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Having said that, I thought the best writing, the parts where I felt as strongly as I did about most of Swann's Way, were the moments when he describes being isolated, either suddenly by memory or confusion, or consistently by illness/"doctor's orders". The outdoor stuff is good, but mostly not as striking for whatever reason (clearly my preferences and Little M's are at odds) (not that I want him to be stuck in that hotel room with his heart pounding. . . does the doctor really know best??)
I'll come back and post some outdoor M. next week before I move on; it's only fair!
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