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“We may, indeed, say that the hour of death is uncertain, but when we say this we think of that hour as situated in a vague and remorse expanse of time; it does not occur to us that it can have any connexion with the day that has already dawned and can mean that death---or its first assault and partial possession of us, after which it will never leave hold of us again---may occur this very afternoon, so far from uncertain, this afternoon whose timetable, hour by hour, has been settled in advance.”

Quote by Marcel Proust

Book:The Guermantes Way
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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

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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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