Every conceivable emotion, but one...

...On Reading Proust

And for that matter, once I reached the end of the Recherche, I immediately reread it. Which is something that happens, I believe, to many readers. InTime Regained, it becomes clear that everything you’ve read up to this point constitutes the inner journey of a man who aspires to become a writer and finally finds his subject, his material: himself and the whole of his life, during which he was convinced that he had lost, or wasted, his time. At that point, you feel the urge to reread the book in order to better understand this inner journey.