Translations:CP 03024/12/en

Albertine had nothing she could reproach me for. We can only be faithful to what we remember, and we can only remember what we have known. My new self, while it grew up in the shadow of the old, the old that had died, had often heard the other speak of Albertine. Through the stories of that moribund self, it believed that it knew her, loved her. But it was only a second hand affection.