My Year With Proust - Day 300

The door of the shop closed behind them and I could hear no more.  I had lost sight of the bumble-bee.  I did not know whether he was the insect that the orchid required, but I had no longer any doubt, in the case of a very rare insect and a captive flower, of the miraculous possibility of their conjunction when I considered that M. de Charlus (this is simply a comparison of providential chances, whatever they may be, without the slightest scientific claim to establish a relation between certain botanical laws and what is sometimes, most ineptly, termed homosexuality), who for years past had never come to the house except at hours when Jupien was not there, had, by the mere accident of Mme de Villeparisis's indisposition, encountered the tailor and with him the good fortune reserved for men of the Baron's kind by one of those fellow-creatures who may even be, as we shall see, infinitely younger than Jupien and better-looking, the man pre-destined to exist in order that they may have their share of sensual pleasure on this earth: the man who cares only for elderly gentlemen.

Marcel Proust, Cities of the Plain, p. 629

Both bees disappear at the same time, and the metaphor is complete.  Still, Marcel was not certain whether "he was the insect that the orchid required."  Sadly, apparently it will not be the case, because, as he forewarns us, of the later appearance of "one of those fellow-creatures who may even be, as we shall see, infinitely younger than Jupien and better-looking."  And this is a man "pre-destined to exist in order that they may have their share of sensual pleasure on this earth: the man who cares only for elderly gentlemen."  Elderly gentlemen seems like an odd sub-category of desire, but, if internet porn has taught us anything, it is that no matter how bizarre the sub-category it has its devotees.