We may talk for a lifetime without doing more than indefinitely repeat the vacuity of a minute. - Marcel Proust

with one image he would make that beauty explode into me.

I felt myself still reliving a past which was no longer anything more than the history of another person;

Mme. de Gallardon, who could never stop herself from sacrificing her greatest social ambitions and highest hopes of someday dazzling the world to the immediate, obscure, and private pleasure of saying something disagreeable.