Marcel Proust
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She poured out Swann's tea, inquired Lemon or cream? and, on his answering Cream, please, said to him with a laugh: A cloud! And as he pronounced it excellent, You see, I know just how you like it. This tea had indeed seemed to Swann, just as it seemed to her; something precious, and love has such a need to find some justification for itself, some guarantee of duration, in pleasures which without it would have no existence and must cease with its passing. ✨ Marcel Proust (1982). Remembrance of Things Past: Swann's Way & Within a Budding Grove, Vintage

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