But from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection. –Marcel Proust
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If you can stop yourself from looking at the images used in this video, it’s nice to hear Proust read by the voice of God (the English-speaking God, anyway). But if you look at the images, this will make you cringe. So click on the below and close your eyes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKcRpYtaVIs&feature=related
http://www.slate.com/id/2118443/