Remembrance of things past is the narrative of the canny and uncanny crevices of memory.
"And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book, which, I imagined, was still in my hands, and to blow out the light; i had been thinking all the time, while I was asleep, of what I had just been reading, but my thoughts had run into a channel of their own, until I myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book: a church, a quartet, the rivalry between Francois I and Charles V. This impression would persist for some moments after I was awake; it did not disturb my mind, but it lay like scales upon my eyes and prevented them from registering the fact that the candle was no longer burning. Then it would begin to seem unintelligible, as the thoughts of a former existence must be to a reincarnate spirit; the su
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