dwelling, presumably, out of doors, in the street, between heaven and earth, like that Gilbert de Guermantes, of whom I could see, in the stained glass of the apse of Saint-Hilaire, only the 'other side' in dull black lacquer, if I raised my eyes to look for him, when I was going to Camus's for a packet of salt.
Combrayko kondeak, beraz, beren izenaren, beren pertsonaren muinean, Combray osoaren ugazabak, baita, zalantzarik gabe, beren baitan, Combrayri hain berezkoa zitzaiòn tristura ainube eta eraspentsuaren erkide ere;