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“My grandmother had a love which found in me so totally its complement, its goal, its constant lodestar, that the genius of great men, all the genius that might ever have existed from the beginning of the world, would have been less precious to my grandmother than a single one of my defects.”

Quote by Marcel Proust

Work

The Guermantes Way

The Guermantes Way is a part of a larger literary work that delves into the lives of the Guermantes family and their interactions with the broader society. The narrative is characterized by its intricate character development and philosophical musings, reflecting the author's deep insight into the human condition. more

Author

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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