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“There was an irony and a paradox here: Franco thought of Pontito constantly, saw it in fantasy, depicted it, as infinitely desirable – and yet he had a profound reluctance to return. But it is precisely such a paradox that lies at the heart of nostalgia – for nostalgia is about a fantasy that never takes place, one that maintains itself by not being fulfilled. And yet such fantasies are not just idle daydreams or fancies; they press toward some fulfillment, but an indirect one - the fulfillment of art. These, at least, are the terms that D. Geahchan, the French psychoanalyst, has used. With reference in particular to the greatest of nostalgies, Proust, the psychoanalyst David Werman speaks of an 'aesthetic crystallization of nostalgia' - nostalgia raised to the level of art and myth.”

Quote by Oliver Sacks

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An Anthropologist on Mars: Seven Paradoxical Tales

This book delves into the intricacies of human existence through a series of narratives that challenge conventional wisdom and explore the paradoxes inherent in human nature. more

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Oliver Sacks
Oliver Sacks

Oliver Sacks was a renowned neurologist known for his profound insights into the human brain and nervous system. His work delved into the relationship between brain diseases and human behavior, revealing the fascinating world of neuroscience to readers. more

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