Man I don't know what it is but I got about 7/8 of the way through this and then my brain just physically began to reject the book. Every word I read made me just sigh deeply and roll my eyes. I couldn't ingest anything, I couldn't appreciate anything. I don't know, maybe l'm too immature to tackle Proust. Maybe this whole undertaking was foolish. Apparently the worst is yet to come. This is my Gethsemane. I pray for strength against this Art Nouveau LGBT onslaught.