Against the Day of Lost Time

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     "At many moments in our lives, we would barter the 
whole of the future against a power in itself insignificant.   

  "It was no longer as of some delectable land where the 
people are pensive, the sunsets golden, the carillons sad 
that I now thought of Trieste, but as an accursed city that I 
would have liked instantly to have burned down and 
erased from the real world. That town had been lodged in 
my heart like a permanent arrowhead."

Marcel Proust: Sodom and Gomorrah, pgs 504,505