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[namistai]

there's so much i want to say, but i'm really not all that sure who i can say it to, nowdays. it's been a long time since i've posted in here, a long time since i've really even read this... & i feel bad for it. i'm not in nearly as good of touch with some people as i used to be - things change, i realize that... i just hope they're still alright

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[motylek]

now did you rip those out from a book? vandal! you should be ashamed!

Like Proust be an old teahead of time
i love Proust:
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. The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it; perhaps because I had so often seen such things in the meantime, without tasting them, on the trays in pastry-cooks' windows, that their image had dissociated itself from those Combray days to take its place among others more recent; perhaps because of those memories, so long abandoned and put out of mind, nothing now survived, everything was scattered; the shapes of things, including that of the little scallop-shell of pastry, so richly sensual under its severe, religious folds, were either obliterated or had

[namistai]

heh... no, not me.... someone else, though. :P

any books you'd like to recommend? i need something new to read.