Well, the score is currently 2 to 2, so here’s a little hint of what a2 will involve. This is how far I’ve gotten before getting stuck.
Chapter Four - Temps Perdu
Rue Hamelin
A quiet, narrow and gloomy Parisian street, running south downhill to the Seine and north uphill to the Avenue Kleber. It is the dead of night, though the air is warm. Despite the seedy look, the brass name-plates on the door belong to the minor nobility.Inexplicably, your attention is drawn to the closed door of number 44.
From that title, I think this will indeed be Proust. The device says we’re in 1922.
>x 44
You can’t see any such thing.>x door
You see nothing special about the street door.>open door
You open the street door.>in
44, Rue Hamelin
A dark, high-ceilinged entrance foyer, adding to the seedy atmosphere of gloom. A broad staircase is barred by locked doors, but there is a metal cage-lift shaft. On one side is a glass window to the concierge’s office, which is dark and silent. A door to the west leads out to the street.The cage lift stands open at this floor.
A handsome uniformed boy politely does not stare at you.
>u
The staircase is inaccessible.>enter lift
You get into the cage lift.>boy, up
The lift boy looks humbly about him, taking no notice, but somehow ignoring you in an exceedingly obsequious fashion.>u
The lift machinery is complicated, which is no doubt why the management has provided an attendant boy.
Kaemi, Mike, how are you feeling about this one? I know practically nothing about…well, any of this.