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Marcel Proust
In The Shadow Of Young Girls In Flower
volume II of a very long novel (3500 pages) called In Search Of Lost Time.
Imagine a non-linear fictional autobiography written by French guy about love in late 19th century France. But that is a very, very poor description. The paragraphs are pages long, the sentences that make them up seem longer...but it is not boring. To me anyway.
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Never was there a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor in the future shall any of us cease to be.
Last edited by icenine; 08-06-2014 at 09:56 AM.
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