0174 Mais éclaircir un jour les faits de la vie d’Odette auxquels il avait dû ces souffrances
Mais éclaircir un jour les faits de la vie d’Odette auxquels il avait dû ces souffrances n’avait pas été le seul souhait de Swann; il avait mis en réserve aussi celui de se venger d’elles, quand n’aimant plus Odette il ne la craindrait plus; or, d’exaucer ce second souhait, l’occasion se présentait justement car Swann aimait une autre femme, une femme qui ne lui donnait pas de motifs de jalousie mais pourtant de la jalousie parce qu’il n’était plus capable de renouveler sa façon d’aimer et que c’était celle dont il avait usé pour Odette qui lui servait encore pour une autre. Pour que la jalousie de Swann renaquît, il n’était pas nécessaire que cette femme fût infidèle, il suffisait que pour une raison quelconque, elle fût loin de lui, à une soirée par exemple, et eût paru s’y amuser. C’était assez pour réveiller en lui l’ancienne angoisse, lamentable et contradictoire excroissance de son amour, et qui éloignait Swann de ce qu’elle était comme un besoin d’atteindre (le sentiment réel que cette jeune femme avait pour lui, le désir caché de ses journées, le secret de son cur), car entre Swann et celle qu’il aimait cette angoisse interposait un amas réfractaire de soupçons antérieurs, ayant leur cause en Odette, ou en telle autre peut-être qui avait précédé Odette, et qui ne permettaient plus à l’amant vieilli de connaître sa maîtresse d’aujourd’hui qu’à travers le fantôme ancien et collectif de la «femme qui excitait sa jalousie» dans lequel il avait arbitrairement incarné son nouvel amour. Souvent pourtant Swann l’accusait, cette jalousie, de le faire croire à des trahisons imaginaires; mais alors il se rappelait qu’il avait fait bénéficier Odette du même raisonnement, et à tort. Aussi tout ce que la jeune femme qu’il aimait faisait aux heures où il n’était pas avec elle, cessait de lui paraître innocent. Mais alors qu’autrefois, il avait fait le serment, si jamais il cessait d’aimer celle qu’il ne devinait pas devoir être un jour sa femme, de lui manifester implacablement son indifférence, enfin sincère, pour venger son orgueil longtemps humilié, ces représailles qu’il pouvait exercer maintenant sans risques (car que pouvait lui faire d’être pris au mot et privé de ces tête-à-tête avec Odette qui lui étaient jadis si nécessaires), ces représailles il n’y tenait plus; avec l’amour avait disparu le désir de montrer qu’il n’avait plus d’amour. Et lui qui, quand il souffrait par Odette eût tant désiré de lui laisser voir un jour qu’il était épris d’une autre, maintenant qu’il l’aurait pu, il prenait mille précautions pour que sa femme ne soupçonnât pas ce nouvel amour.
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0174 But to bring to light, some day
Marcel Proust
"Remembrance of Things Past" (In Search of Lost Time),
translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff (1889-1930)
But to bring to light, some day, those passages in the life of Odette to which he owed his sufferings had not been Swann’s only ambition; he had in reserve that also of wreaking vengeance for his sufferings when, being no longer in love with Odette, he should no longer be afraid of her; and the opportunity of gratifying this second ambition had just occurred, for Swann was in love with another woman, a woman who gave him—grounds for jealousy, no, but who did all the same make him jealous, because he was not capable, now, of altering his way of making love, and it was the way he had used with Odette that must serve him now for another. To make Swann’s jealousy revive it was not essential that this woman should be unfaithful, it sufficed that for any reason she was separated from him, at a party for instance, where she was presumably enjoying herself. That was enough to reawaken in him the old anguish, that lamentable and inconsistent excrescence of his love, which held Swann ever at a distance from what she really was, like a yearning to attain the impossible (what this young woman really felt for him, the hidden longing that absorbed her days, the secret places of her heart), for between Swann and her whom he loved this anguish piled up an unyielding mass of already existing suspicions, having their cause in Odette, or in some other perhaps who had preceded Odette, allowing this now ageing lover to know his mistress of the moment only in the traditional and collective phantasm of the ‘woman who made him jealous,’ in which he had arbitrarily incarnated his new love. Often, however, Swann would charge his jealousy with the offence of making him believe in imaginary infidelities; but then he would remember that he had given Odette the benefit of the same argument and had in that been wrong. And so everything that the young woman whom he loved did in those hours when he was not with her appeared spoiled of its innocence in his eyes. But whereas at that other time he had made a vow that if ever he ceased to love her whom he did not then imagine to be his future wife, he would implacably exhibit to her an indifference that would at length be sincere, so as to avenge his pride that had so long been trampled upon by her—of those reprisals which he might now enforce without risk to himself (for what harm could it do him to be taken at his word and deprived of those intimate moments with Odette that had been so necessary to him once), of those reprisals he took no more thought; with his love had vanished the desire to shew that he was in love no longer. And he who, when he was suffering at the hands of Odette, would have looked forward so keenly to letting her see one day that he had fallen to a rival, now that he was in a position to do so took infinite precautions lest his wife should suspect the existence of this new love.