One Reads The Papers As One Wants

I Should Have Been Happy: I Wasn’t.

The Tiny, Initial Clue ... By Allowing Us To Imagine What We Do Not Know, Stimulates A Desire For Knowledge.

The Places We Have Known Do Not Belong Solely To The World Of Space In Which We Situate Them For Our Greater Convenience. They Were Only A Thin Slice Among Contiguous Impressions Which Formed Our Life At That Time; The Memory Of A Certain Image Is But Regret For A Certain Moment; And Houses, Roads, Avenues Are As Fleeting, Alas, As The Years.

We Think And Name In One World, We Live And Feel In Another.

The Sight Of The Little Madeleine Had Recalled Nothing To My Mind Before I Tasted It...