A friend recommended Benjamin Taylor’s biography “Proust – The Search”:

“But Marcel never in his life wanted women. He only wanted to want them. The genuine passion of 1892, the year of his majority was for Edgar Aubert, a brilliant, dashing, athletic, polyglot Genevan newly attached to the Swiss embassy in Paris, whom Marcel met through Billy and who accompanied them to the various salons and on walks in the Tuileries.”

Ah, the genuine passion of 1892. And then the genuine passion of 1893. Of 1984.

What else do we need to know about genuine passions?

How long can a genuine passion last? For a passion to last we need many obstacles, so much is for sure.