"I unpin your flowers, I lift your hair, I tear off your jewels, I reach your flesh, my kisses cover, beat on your body like the sea on the sand; but you yourself escape me, and with you happiness. I must leave you, I go home alone and sad. Blaming this final calamity, I return to you forever; my last illusion has been torn away, I am forever unhappy."
— Marcel Proust
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