Aunt Leonie who, after the death of her husband, my Uncle Octave, no longer wished to leave, first Comb ray, then within Comb ray her house, then her bedroom, then her bed and no longer 'came down', always lying in an uncertain state of grief, physical debility, illness, obsession and piety.
— Marcel Proust
Swann's Way
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