Une page de Proust au hasard:
0098 Le pianiste qui avait à jouer deux morceaux de Chopin
—Oriane, ne te fâche pas, reprit Mme de Gallardon qui ne pouvait jamais s’empêcher de sacrifier ses plus grandes espérances sociales et d’éblouir un jour le monde, au plaisir obscur, immédiat et privé, de dire quelque chose de désagréable, il y a des gens qui prétendent que ce M. Swann, c’est quelqu’un qu’on ne peut pas recevoir chez soi, est-ce vrai?
—Mais... tu dois bien savoir que c’est vrai, répondit la princesse des Laumes, puisque tu l’as invité cinquante fois et qu’il n’est jamais venu.
Et quittant sa cousine mortifiée, elle éclata de nouveau d’un rire qui scandalisa les personnes qui écoutaient la musique, mais attira l’attention de Mme de Saint-Euverte, restée par politesse près du piano et qui aperçut seulement alors la princesse. Mme de Saint-Euverte était d’autant plus ravie de voir Mme des Laumes qu’elle la croyait encore à Guermantes en train de soigner son beau-père malade.
—Mais comment, princesse, vous étiez là?
—Oui, je m’étais mise dans un petit coin, j’ai entendu de belles choses.
—Comment, vous êtes là depuis déjà un long moment!
—Mais oui, un très long moment qui m’a semblé très court, long seulement parce que je ne vous voyais pas.
Mme de Saint-Euverte voulut donner son fauteuil à la princesse qui répondit:
—Mais pas du tout! Pourquoi? Je suis bien n’importe où!
Et, avisant avec intention, pour mieux manifester sa simplicité de grande dame, un petit siège sans dossier:
—Tenez, ce pouf, c’est tout ce qu’il me faut. Cela me fera tenir droite. Oh! mon Dieu, je fais encore du bruit, je vais me faire conspuer.
SUR LE MEME THEME:
- DU COTE DE CHEZ SWANN - SWANN'S WAY - PROUST
- UN AMOUR DE SWANN
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- 0114 Le peintre ayant été malade, le docteur Cottard lui conseilla un voyage en mer
- 0113 Quelquefois il allait dans des maisons de rendezvous, espérant apprendre quelque chose d’elle
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- Vidéo : Pierre Boutron, La Reine Morte, Henry de Montherlant - Téléfilm, 2009
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- Les pleurs de Fanny Valette
- Nos vies suspendues aux femmes - Le Feu Follet - Louis Malle - Drieu la Rochelle
- François Truffaut : Robert Bresson et les visages : tuer la marionnette
- STRIPTEASE : se déshabiller en allumant - Céline Milliat-Baumgartner, comédienne : qu'est-ce qui excite tant dans un strip-tease, et jusqu'où ça excite ?
- Bordel discount : 70 euro la passe illimitée - Pussy Club, la prostitution face à la crise
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0098 The pianist, who was ‘down’ to play two pieces by Chopin
Marcel Proust
"Remembrance of Things Past" (In Search of Lost Time),
translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff (1889-1930)
The pianist, who was ‘down’ to play two pieces by Chopin, after finishing the Prelude had at once attacked a Polonaise. But once Mme. de Gallardon had informed her cousin that Swann was in the room, Chopin himself might have risen from the grave and played all his works in turn without Mme. des Laumes’s paying him the slightest attention. She belonged to that one of the two divisions of the human race in which the untiring curiosity which the other half feels about the people whom it does not know is replaced by an unfailing interest in the people whom it does. As with many women of the Faubourg Saint-Germain, the presence, in any room in which she might find herself, of another member of her set, even although she had nothing in particular to say to him, would occupy her mind to the exclusion of every other consideration. From that moment, in the hope that Swann would catch sight of her, the Princess could do nothing but (like a tame white mouse when a lump of sugar is put down before its nose and then taken away) turn her face, in which were crowded a thousand signs of intimate connivance, none of them with the least relevance to the sentiment underlying Chopin’s music, in the direction where Swann was, and, if he moved, divert accordingly the course of her magnetic smile.
“Oriane, don’t be angry with me,” resumed Mme. de Gallardon, who could never restrain herself from sacrificing her highest social ambitions, and the hope that she might one day emerge into a light that would dazzle the world, to the immediate and secret satisfaction of saying something disagreeable, “people do say about your M. Swann that he’s the sort of man one can’t have in the house; is that true?”
“Why, you, of all people, ought to know that it’s true,” replied the Princesse des Laumes, “for you must have asked him a hundred times, and he’s never been to your house once.”
And leaving her cousin mortified afresh, she broke out again into a laugh which scandalised everyone who was trying to listen to the music, but attracted the attention of Mme. de Saint-Euverte, who had stayed, out of politeness, near the piano, and caught sight of the Princess now for the first time. Mme. de Saint-Euverte was all the more delighted to see Mme. des Laumes, as she imagined her to be still at Guermantes, looking after her father-in-law, who was ill.
“My dear Princess, you here?”
“Yes, I tucked myself away in a corner, and I’ve been hearing such lovely things.”
“What, you’ve been in the room quite a time?”
“Oh, yes, quite a long time, which seemed very short; it was only long because I couldn’t see you.”
Mme. de Saint-Euverte offered her own chair to the Princess, who declined it with:
“Oh, please, no! Why should you? It doesn’t matter in the least where I sit.” And deliberately picking out, so as the better to display the simplicity of a really great lady, a low seat without a back: “There now, that hassock, that’s all I want. It will make me keep my back straight. Oh! Good heavens, I’m making a noise again; they’ll be telling you to have me ‘chucked out’.”