... I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other... — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
... I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other... — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
... I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other... — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
... I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other... — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
... I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other... — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
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... I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other...

— Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
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