Re-reading Proust. He goes to bed early. Although restful and peaceful his mind is restive and preoccupied. Personality is a creative source. People from the past come into his mind. Is it they who keep him awake or he who wishes to keep thinking about them? Proust’s sentences take time, saying more than they seem to say. They may detain us into the night, his invisible shifts of theme, place, time. “Our social personality is a creation of the minds of others,” says Proust, or Marcel, one of those, both of those. I ready myself for all his forthcoming personalities.