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Quote by Marcel Proust

“There is an inanimate object which has a capacity to exasperate which no human being will ever attain: a piano.”

Quote by Marcel Proust

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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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