Tuesday, July 14, 2009

From @proustr tweeting Proust 140 characters at a time:

"...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment,





amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection."

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