And as Marcel loses his grip on Albertine, so he loses his grip on himself: 'It may be because the personalities I perceived in her at that time were so various,' he confesses, 'that I later took to turning into a different person, depending on which Albertine was in my mind: I became a jealous man, an indifferent man, a voluptuary, a melancholic, a madman.' Sometimes Albertine's face looks dull and sullen, sometimes glowing and sultry sometimes his gaze is arrested by the pink tip of her kittenish nose, sometimes his eyes slide over her rosy cheeks as if they were as frictionless as the surface of a painted miniature.
Towards the end of the second volume of In Search of Lost Time, much of which has been taken up with long and longing descriptions of his lover Albertine, Proust's narrator puzzles over the fact that he seems to be obsessed by many different girls who happen to share the same name. Marcel Proust: In Search of Lost Timeedited by Christopher Prendergast
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