Proust: ‘The Gaze’ | “Remembrance of Things Past” | #127


“I looked at her, at first with the sort of gaze that is not merely the messenger of the eyes, but a window at which all the senses lean out, anxious and petrified, a gaze that would like to touch the body it is looking at, capture it, take it away and the soul along with it.” ― Marcel Proust

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