I cannot express the uneasiness caused in me by this intrusion of mystery and beauty into a room I had at last filled with myself to the point of paying no more attention to the room than to that self. the anesthetizing influence of habit having ceased, I would begin to have thoughts and feelings, and they are such sad things.

Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

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