I haven't tackled Proust again (for earlier efforts see here and here and here and for my liberation see here).
In all honesty, I probably never will tackle Proust again. I think I understand now that some authors suit some people and some authors suit other people and there is little explanation for this, beyond the differences in human temperament.
Proust is extraordinary, but not the kind of extraordinary that interests me. I could enlarge and start to speculate about the rise of narcissism - or at least an unbalanced interest in the self - and his influence, but, since I haven't finished reading him, I could be way off the mark.
The only thing I am certain of is that I am temperamentally unsuited to a man who chose to bang on quite so nauseatingly about hawthorn.
Nevertheless when I came across a reference to Bernard Pivot and his use of the Proust questionnaire I was intrigued. I can't remember where I first read about it but a quick search of the internet revealed this slavishly adoring article about Proust's own responses to the questionnaire, which was a kind of parlour game in his time (his answer to Question 1. convinces me I will never be able to look at his work without a faint touch of nausea, and his answer to Question 7. reinforces that new conviction) and this.
I think the questionnaire falls under the category of "Quite Fun", which, for me, is more than "A la Recherche du Temps Perdu" will ever do.