An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits a — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
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An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits and divert the current of his thoughts.

— Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
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