Une page de Proust au hasard:
0091 Comme Odette ne lui donnait aucun renseignement
Comme Odette ne lui donnait aucun renseignement sur ces choses si importantes qui l’occupaient tant chaque jour (bien qu’il eût assez vécu pour savoir qu’il n’y en a jamais d’autres que les plaisirs), il ne pouvait pas chercher longtemps de suite à les imaginer, son cerveau fonctionnait à vide; alors il passait son doigt sur ses paupières fatiguées comme il aurait essuyé le verre de son lorgnon, et cessait entièrement de penser. Il surnageait pourtant à cet inconnu certaines occupations qui réapparaissaient de temps en temps, vaguement rattachées par elle à quelque obligation envers des parents éloignés ou des amis d’autrefois, qui, parce qu’ils étaient les seuls qu’elle lui citait souvent comme l’empêchant de le voir, paraissaient à Swann former le cadre fixe, nécessaire, de la vie d’Odette. A cause du ton dont elle lui disait de temps à autre «le jour où je vais avec mon amie à l’Hippodrome», si, s’étant senti malade et ayant pensé: «peut-être Odette voudrait bien passer chez moi», il se rappelait brusquement que c’était justement ce jour-là, il se disait: «Ah! non, ce n’est pas la peine de lui demander de venir, j’aurais dû y penser plus tôt, c’est le jour où elle va avec son amie à l’Hippodrome. Réservons-nous pour ce qui est possible; c’est inutile de s’user à proposer des choses inacceptables et refusées d’avance.» Et ce devoir qui incombait à Odette d’aller à l’Hippodrome et devant lequel Swann s’inclinait ainsi ne lui paraissait pas seulement inéluctable; mais ce caractère de nécessité dont il était empreint semblait rendre plausible et légitime tout ce qui de près ou de loin se rapportait à lui. Si Odette dans la rue ayant reçu d’un passant un salut qui avait éveillé la jalousie de Swann, elle répondait aux questions de celui-ci en rattachant l’existence de l’inconnu à un des deux ou trois grands devoirs dont elle lui parlait, si, par exemple, elle disait: «C’est un monsieur qui était dans la loge de mon amie avec qui je vais à l’Hippodrome», cette explication calmait les soupçons de Swann, qui en effet trouvait inévitable que l’amie eût d’autre invités qu’Odette dans sa loge à l’Hippodrome, mais n’avait jamais cherché ou réussi à se les figurer. Ah! comme il eût aimé la connaître, l’amie qui allait à l’Hippodrome, et qu’elle l’y emmenât avec Odette! Comme il aurait donné toutes ses relations pour n’importe quelle personne qu’avait l’habitude de voir Odette, fût-ce une manucure ou une demoiselle de magasin. Il eût fait pour elles plus de frais que pour des reines. Ne lui auraient-elles pas fourni, dans ce qu’elles contenaient de la vie d’Odette, le seul calmant efficace pour ses souffrances? Comme il aurait couru avec joie passer les journées chez telle de ces petites gens avec lesquelles Odette gardait des relations, soit par intérêt, soit par simplicité véritable. Comme il eût volontiers élu domicile à jamais au cinquième étage de telle maison sordide et enviée où Odette ne l’emmenait pas, et où, s’il y avait habité avec la petite couturière retirée dont il eût volontiers fait semblant d’être l’amant, il aurait presque chaque jour reçu sa visite. Dans ces quartiers presque populaires, quelle existence modeste, abjecte, mais douce, mais nourrie de calme et de bonheur, il eût accepté de vivre indéfiniment.
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0091 Since Odette never gave him any information
Marcel Proust
"Remembrance of Things Past" (In Search of Lost Time),
translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff (1889-1930)
Since Odette never gave him any information as to those vastly important matters which took up so much of her time every day (albeit he had lived long enough in the world to know that such matters are never anything else than pleasures) he could not sustain for any length of time the effort to imagine them; his brain would become a void; then he would pass a finger over his tired eyelids, in the same way as he might have wiped his eyeglass, and would cease altogether to think. There emerged, however, from this unexplored tract, certain occupations which reappeared from time to time, vaguely connected by Odette with some obligation towards distant relatives or old friends who, inasmuch as they were the only people whom she was in the habit of mentioning as preventing her from seeing him, seemed to Swann to compose the necessary, unalterable setting of her life. Because of the tone in which she referred, from time to time, to “the day when I go with my friend to the Hippodrome,” if, when he felt unwell and had thought, “Perhaps Odette would be kind and come to see me,” he remembered, suddenly, that it was one of those very days, he would correct himself with an “Oh, no! It’s not worth while asking her to come; I should have thought of it before, this is the day when she goes with her friend to the Hippodrome. We must confine ourselves to what is possible; no use wasting our time in proposing things that can’t be accepted and are declined in advance.” And this duty that was incumbent upon Odette, of going to the Hippodrome, to which Swann thus gave way, seemed to him to be not merely ineluctable in itself; but the mark of necessity which stamped it seemed to make plausible and legitimate everything that was even remotely connected with it. If, when Odette, in the street, had acknowledged the salute of a passer-by, which had aroused Swann’s jealousy, she replied to his questions by associating the stranger with any of the two or three paramount duties of which she had often spoken to him; if, for instance, she said: “That’s a gentleman who was in my friend’s box the other day; the one I go to the Hippodrome with,” that explanation would set Swann’s suspicions at rest; it was, after all, inevitable that this friend should have other guests than Odette in her box at the Hippodrome, but he had never sought to form or succeeded in forming any coherent impression of them. Oh! how he would have loved to know her, that friend who went to the Hippodrome, how he would have loved her to invite him there with Odette. How readily he would have sacrified all his acquaintance for no matter what person who was in the habit of seeing Odette, were she but a manicurist or a girl out of a shop. He would have taken more trouble, incurred more expense for them than for queens. Would they not have supplied him, out of what was contained in their knowledge of the life of Odette, with the one potent anodyne for his pain? With what joy would he have hastened to spend his days with one or other of those humble folk with whom Odette kept up friendly relations, either with some ulterior motive or from genuine simplicity of nature. How willingly would he have fixed his abode for ever in the attics of some sordid but enviable house, where Odette went but never took him, and where, if he had lived with the little retired dressmaker, whose lover he would readily have pretended to be, he would have been visited by. Odette almost daily. In those regions, that were almost slums, what a modest existence, abject, if you please, but delightful, nourished by tranquillity and happiness, he would have consented to lead indefinitely.