Re-reading Proust. We trust this is all about him, but then we’re told, “Our social personality is a creation of the minds of others.” Each one of us knows we’re not the person others would have us be. We live, certain we are not a type, even when every day we speak and behave true to type. We learn to live with the ideas we have of other people. The personality we have created for each one of them may be, but is not, their true self. We ourselves live with ourselves, a personality no one may imagine, like Marcel.