Colette has given us a portrait of Marcel that is all but forgotten, yet which is shocking in its disdain:
“At ‘mother Barmann's’ [that is to say Mme Arman] I was hounded, politely, by a pretty, young literary-minded boy. The young fellow had fine eyes, with a hint of blepharism...He compared me—my short hair again!—to Myrtocleia, to a young Hermes, to a love of Prud'hon's...My little flatterer, thrilled by his own evocations, never left me...He contemplated me with his caressing eyes, with their long eyelashes...”
Colette did not much care for
“his over-weaning politeness, the excessive attention he paid to those he was talking to,”
she once again described
"the large, brownish, melancholy eyes, a skin that was sometimes pink and sometimes pale, an anxious look in the eyes, a mouth which, when it shut, was pursed tightly as if for a kiss...”
Marcel Proust, A Life by Jean-Yves Tadié, 1996 p. 211.