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the insensate, agonising need to possess exclusively

Among all the modes by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are few so efficacious as this gust of feverish agitation that sweeps over us from time to time. For then the die is cast, the person whose company we enjoy at that moment is the…

—p.327 Swann’s Way SWANN’S WAY (1) by Marcel Proust
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it rippled past, simple and immortal

[...] He would enter the drawing-room; and there, while Mme Verdurin, pointing to the roses which he had sent her that morning, said: “I’m furious with you,” and sent him to the place kept for him beside Odette, the pianist would play to them—for their two selves—the little phrase by Vinteuil which…

—p.308 SWANN’S WAY (1) by Marcel Proust
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ceased to direct his life towards any ideal goal

Indeed this passion for a phrase of music seemed, for a time, to open up before Swann the possibility of a sort of rejuvenation. He had so long ceased to direct his life towards any ideal goal, confining himself to the pursuit of ephemeral satisfactions, that he had come to believe, without ever ad…

—p.296 SWANN’S WAY (1) by Marcel Proust
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ceased to direct his life towards any ideal goal

Indeed this passion for a phrase of music seemed, for a time, to open up before Swann the possibility of a sort of rejuvenation. He had so long ceased to direct his life towards any ideal goal, confining himself to the pursuit of ephemeral satisfactions, that he had come to believe, without ever ad…

—p.296 SWANN’S WAY (1) by Marcel Proust
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a sort of liquid rippling of sound

The year before, at an evening party, he had heard a piece of music played on the piano and violin. At first he had appreciated only the material quality of the sounds which those instruments secreted. And it had been a source of keen pleasure when, below the delicate line of the violin-part, slend…

—p.294 SWANN’S WAY (1) by Marcel Proust