We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers o — Marcel Proust
We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers o — Marcel Proust
We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers o — Marcel Proust
We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers o — Marcel Proust
We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers o — Marcel Proust
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We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

— Marcel Proust
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