"Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power... That has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more."
— Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time
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