Yep, Proust's classic (which I haven't read) is called _In Search of Lost Time_. And this little sonnet is a true story of yakking (after not speaking for many years) on the phone with my old college boyfriend who was a marvelous literary guy even though he made his living after college as an insurance adjuster. He was the greatest person in the world to talk about books with. It was so weird that right as we both hung up, he said "In Search of Lost Time." The next day, I called him at the hospital again and I was told he had died. Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment, Patsy.