Ooh, and the river's gone from murk brown/grey to "blushing," just like a ripe peach. I like that.
Proust is at page 347 - he's been at "the little circle's" salon, at Mme. Vedurin's rented country home near Balbec. People have been making fun of each other in a rather mean way. I find it hard to understand why anyone would choose such company.
After having read a bit more of Alain de Botton's How Proust Can Change Your Life, I'm noticing Proust's total and complete avoidance of commonly used phrases (i.e. "raining cats and dogs"). Now it's a bit of a game for me, to see, when he goes into one of his bizarre little descriptive noodles, what the easily available description for what he's discussing would have been.