Marcel Proust
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Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand. ✨ Marcel Proust (2008). The Senses of Consciousness: Swann's Way in Half, p.33, Lulu.com

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