“Can I say of her face—altered as I have reason to remember it, perished as I know it is—that it is gone, when here it comes before me at this instant, as distinct as any face that I may choose to look on in a crowded street?… Can I say she ever changed, when my remembrance brings her back to life, thus only; and, truer to its loving youth, than I have ever been, or man ever is, still holds fast, what it cherished then?” Sad Book:David Copperfield Source: David Copperfield