A book is like a large cemetery upon whose tombs one can no longer read the effaced names. On the other hand, sometimes — Marcel Proust, Time Regained
A book is like a large cemetery upon whose tombs one can no longer read the effaced names. On the other hand, sometimes — Marcel Proust, Time Regained
A book is like a large cemetery upon whose tombs one can no longer read the effaced names. On the other hand, sometimes — Marcel Proust, Time Regained
A book is like a large cemetery upon whose tombs one can no longer read the effaced names. On the other hand, sometimes — Marcel Proust, Time Regained
A book is like a large cemetery upon whose tombs one can no longer read the effaced names. On the other hand, sometimes — Marcel Proust, Time Regained
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A book is like a large cemetery upon whose tombs one can no longer read the effaced names. On the other hand, sometimes one remembers well the name, without knowing if anything of the being, whose name it was, survives in these pages.

— Marcel Proust, Time Regained
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