If the remembrance of things past is what really brings us joy, then this picture will stand for all time as the one that most fills my soul with emotion. 86 more words
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And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before mass), when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom , my aunt Léonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane.