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“And at once I fell in love with her, for if it is sometimes enough to make us love a woman that she should look on us with contempt, as I supposed Mlle Swann to have done, and that we should think that she can never be ours, sometimes, too, it is enough that she should look on us kindly, as Mme de Guermantes was doing, and that we should think of her as almost ours already.”

Quote by Marcel Proust

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Swann’s Way

Swann’s Way is a seminal work in modernist literature, renowned for its intricate narrative structure and richly detailed portrayal of human emotions and social interactions. The novel follows the protagonist, Charles Swann, as he navigates the complexities of his personal and social life, reflecting on his relationships, memories, and the passage of time. more

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Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust

Marcel Proust was a French novelist renowned for his magnum opus, 'In Search of Lost Time'. This novel is considered a classic of 20th-century literature, known for its intricate psychological portrayals and profound exploration of memory. more

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