Re-reading my favourite paragraph from Proust’s Swann’s Way:
But I begged her again to ‘Come and say good-night to me!’ terrified as I saw the light from my father’s candle already creeping up the wall, but also making use of his approach as a means of blackmail, in the hope that my mother, not wishing him to find me there, as find me he must if she continued to hold out, would give in to me, and say: ‘Go back to your room. I will come.’
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