Last line

None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.

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  1. mina3727 says:

    Remembrance of Things Past: Swann’s Way II-Proust

  2. red says:

    Yes!

    I was waiting for my Dad to show up and guess that one, since he just finished the book … but you are correct!!

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