" Some of the foodstuffs being sold in the street, which I myself hated, were among Albertine’s favorites, so that Françoise sent her kitchen-boy out to buy them, even if he perhaps felt it beneath his dignity to have to mingle in this way with the common herd. The cries sounded clearly in this quiet neighborhood, where noise was no longer a grievance for Françoise, and had become a source of pleasure to me. "

― Marcel Proust , La Prisonnière