Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages. – Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past: Cities of the Plain, 1922

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages. – Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past: Cities of the Plain, 1922