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More from Marcel Proust

No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us more effectively from others than the practice of a hidden vice.

"The Captive," vol. 10, pt. 2, ch. 2, Remembrance of Things Past (1922), trans. by Scott Monkrieff (1929).

We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

"The Captive," vol. 10, pt. 2, ch. 3, Remembrance of Things Past (1923), trans. by Ronald and Colette Cortie (1988).

The regularity of a habit is generally in proportion to its absurdity.

"The Captive," vol. 9, pt. 1, ch. 1, Remembrance of Things Past (1922, trans. 1929).

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

"The Fugitive," vol. 3, Remembrance of Things Past (1925), trans. by Terence Kilmartin (1981).

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

"The Guermantes Way," vol. 6, pt. 2, ch. 1, Remembrance of Things Past (1921).