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Having fallen asleep reading Swann’s Way — and sleeping poorly — I dreamed at one moment that I was still reading Proust; at another, that I was describing my own life in terms Proust would have used; and at another that I was the narrator himself — but not a voice, the actual person — which wasn’t Proust, but me.

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