Not reading Proust

I haven't been reading Proust.  I got bogged down in it.  And now I'm five years older than I was -- more suited to reading Proust again, or less?  My hair's definitely all silvery now, powdered with the dust Marcel noted in his old friends and acquaintances, as I remember that concluding denouement.  I've toyed with going to my fortieth high school reunion, which impends, but there are no Charluses or Gilbertes awaiting me there and anyway, we're going to the Lair of the Bear that week.  Question to the gallery: is it necessary to close these circuits, necessary for all of us to do so, or is the fact that a few of you have completed the journey, Marcel included, sufficient?