/lit/ - Literature

1.Proust, The Way By Swann's

2. And as soon as i had recognised the taste of the piece of madeleine dipped in lime-blossom tea that my Aunt used to give me (though i did not yet know and had to put off to much later discovering why this memory made me so happy), immediately the old grey house on the street, where the bedroom was, came like a stage-set to attatch itself to the little wing opening onto the garden that had been built for my parents behind it (that truncated section which was all i had seen before then); and with the house the town, from morning to night in all weathers, the Square, where they sent me before lunch, the streets where i went to do errands, the paths we took if the weather was fine.

shit me pants