"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her."
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Source: Marcel Proust (2003). “Swann's Way”, Viking Press
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