Remembrance: Marcel Proust #64

Remembrance: Marcel Proust
Part #64
Moments from
“Remembrance of Things Past”

Illusion of Continuity

“For what we suppose
to be our love
or our jealousy
is never a single,
continuous
and
indivisible passion.
It is composed
of an infinity
of successive loves,
of different jealousies,
each of which is ephemeral,
although
by their uninterrupted multiplicity
they give us
the impression
of continuity,
the illusion of unity.”

― Marcel Proust

ghost of proust at grave