○自由とは謂え罫線に初日記
（じゆうとはいえけいせんにはつにっき）
さて抱負など
Around this time, I came down with a virus and spent a few days in bed.
When I came out of the worst of it, and I didn't feel like sleeping all the time, I
discovered that the heavy object, whose presence amidst my bedclothes had been
annoying me for some time, was in fact a copy of the first volume of Marcel Proust's Remembrance of Things Pats (as the title was then translated).
There it was, so I started to read it. My still fevered condition was perhaps a factor,but I because completely riveted by the Overture and Combray sections. I read them over and over.
