The last words of Swann's Way:
The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.From Swann's Way, translated by Lydia Davis (New York: Viking, 2002), 444
I wish I'd known Swann's Way when I was visiting old neighborhoods last summer.
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