NPPR "fainting fit": lines 146-156

[Jasper Fidget]

Looking further on p 34 of Proust (p 47 in Moncrieff), I find this passage
that reminds me of Boyd's Hazel-is-a-butterfly theory:

"I feel that there is much to be said for the Celtic belief that the souls
of those whom we have lost are held captive in some inferior being, in an
animal, in a plant, in some inanimate object, and so effectively lost to us
until the day (which to many never comes) when we happen to pass by the tree
or to obtain possession of the object which forms their prison. Then they
start and tremble, they call us by our name, and as soon as we have
recognized their voice the spell is broken. We have delivered them: they
have overcome death and return to share our life."  (_Swann's Way_, 34)

JF