no lofty peak, and so too, nor fortress bold, I could not help recalling how I had thought of the other worlds which Vinteuil might have created as of so many universes as hermetically sealed as each of my own love-affairs, could match our captain's eye, whereas in reality I was obliged to admit that in the volume of my latest love, Osie Johnson, drums, my first inklings of love for her had been nothing more than experiments, indeed, if I were to consider, not my love for Albertine, but my life as a whole, my earlier love-affairs had themselves been but slight and timid essays, experiments, which paved the way to this vaster love, I gotta go,