saw, his name was swann, and he saw how, from behind a long sound, extended like a sound curtain tor birth, a secret, rumbling, articulate phrase appeared, swann recognized this airy, fragrant phrase that captivated him, it was... how, from behind a long sound, extended like a sounding curtain hiding the secret of birth, a treasured one flutters out and moves towards him, a rustling, isolated musical phrase, and he recognized this airy and fragrant favorite of his at the same moment, it was so unusual, full of such a unique, such a special charm, that for the svan it was like a meeting in a hotel with friends with a woman who once charmed him on the street, whom he did not expect to meet again, these are the fragrant masterpieces of the non-existent composer vinteuil, the great french romance writer proust and two remarkable translators, this is music that can be understood, because music cannot be recounted, yes, no, no, you can't, it doesn't mean anything, i'll hear this quote now, uh... which you just read so wonderfully, you can say, in general, there are a lot of meanings embed