Status Updates From Céleste « Bien sûr, monsieu...

" Make me some tea, please, Céleste."

Quite unusual language for Proust, isn't it ? Normally, he would ask like that :

" If you would be so kind, Céleste, with your ever-gracious presence, to prepare a pot of that fragrant blend, which - when poured into the finest porcelain, conjures memories of distant afternoons spent in tranquil rêverie - I would be eternally grateful."

Proust teaches Céleste to use the telephone. There is a big disappointment, however. The Tik Tok app stubbornly refuses to be found.
Céleste doesn't give up, hoping, at least, for a whatsapp, or something. Strong character. I admire her.

- Celeste, are you sleeping ?

- Bien sûr que non, Mr. Proust.

- I'm worried... After such a long time, I still haven't found the lost time... Do you think he's dead ?

- Bien sûr que oui, Mr. Proust.