No days, perhaps, childhood ever fully lived regarded lived all: days — Marcel Proust, Days Reading

Days of Reading Marcel Proust

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No days, perhaps, of all our childhood are ever so fully lived are those that we had regarded as not being lived at all: days spent wholly with a favourite book.

Marcel Proust, Days of Reading

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