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“In short, my aunt demanded that whoever came to see her must at one and the same time approve of her way of life, commiserate with her in her sufferings, and assure her of ultimate recovery.”

Quote by Marcel Proust

Book:Swann’s Way
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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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