"These words filled me with a sort of melancholy and I was at a loss for an answer, for I felt when I was with him, when I was talking to him - and no ...
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
~ Marcel Proust ~
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Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
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"This book of mine has not been manufactured: it has been garnered.
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"... she had uttered these words simply in order to provoke a reply in certain other words, which she seemed, indeed, to wish to hear spoken, but, from...
"This compulsion to an activity without respite, without variety, without result was so cruel that one day, noticing a swelling over his stomach, he fe...
"Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn not...
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