Letter from Proust to Georges de Lauris, whose mother had died. (1907) “Now there is one thing I can tell you; you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have her no longer. Now you will often think of the days past when you had her. When you are used to this horrible thing that they will forever be cast into the past, then you will gently feel her revive, returning to take her place beside you. At the present time this is not yet possible. Let yourself be inert, wait til the incomprehensible power . . .that has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.”
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