More on Proust:
Although probably the *least* cinematic of writers, in that it would be impossible to film 50 pages of him reflecting on tea, the beach, bedtime, etc., there is an incredible moment in The Guermantes Way where he has been at this party for like 80 pages, and is listening to the aristocrats talking about lineages (going back to Joan of Arc, natch), and then he kind of "lowers the volume" of the conversation going on around him, and his voice "comes on" and starts reflecting on the evening, but over the conversation, as it were--- as if, what precisely it isn't at anywhere else, the novel were unfolding in real time, and so any reflection has to be superimposed over the scene we are "watching".

But this is all done without any cues, any cinematic directions; in-fucking-credible.