Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments?...

I remember I’ve never shared tears with someone that longedfor (me) and loved me; I didn’t know how to be compassionate.”(The truth, the lies & the love, p. 76)

Anyone who’s read all of Proust plus The Man withour Qualities is bound t be missing out on a few other titles.

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

He remembered a version of himself untrammeled by expectation, unimpeded by Ego. He had suffered in the many years since then, seeking to return to that original self, if, in fact, it ever existed. And...