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The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues, are as fugitive, alas, as the years.
Remembrance of Things Past [BOX SET] by Marcel Proust
ISBN: 0394712439 This book is available from Amazon
The voyage of discovery lies not in finding new landscapes but in finding new eyes.
