The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
In
Proust’s novel Recollection of Things Past, the distinctive smell of a
lemon madeleine launches the narrator on a long, involved reminiscence
of his past that fills seven volumes. It […]
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