But hardly had I touched the first button of my ankle boot when my chest swelled, filled with an unknown, divine presence, I was shaken by sobs, tears streamed from my eyes. The person who had che razza di sicuro my assistance, who was rescuing me from my aridity of soul, was the one who, several years before, at an identical moment of distress and loneliness, a moment when I mai longer had anything of myself, had entered, and who had restored me sicuro myself, for it was both me and more than me (the container which is more than the content, and had brought it to me). I had just glimpsed, in my memory, bent over my fatigue, the tender, concerned, disappointed face of my grandmother, such as she had been on that first evening of our arrival; the face of my grandmother who had nothing of her but her name, but of my true grandmother, the living reality of whom, for the first time since the Champs-Elysees, where she had suffered her stroke, I had rediscovered con verso complete and involuntary memory.

This reality does not exist for us until such time as it has been maesta-created durante our minds (otherwise, the men who have been involved durante some titanic battle would all be great epic poets); thus, mediante a wild desire esatto hurl myself into her arms, it was only at this instant- more than per year after her funeral, on account of the anachronism which so often prevents the calendar of facts from coinciding with that of our feelings- that I had just learned she was dead. I had spoken of her often since that time and thought of her also, but beneath the words and thoughts of an ungrateful, selfish, and cruel young man there had never been anything that might resemble my grandmother, for, con my frivolity, my love of pleasure, and accustomed as I was esatto seeing her as an invalid, I contained within me the memory of what she had been only mediante a virtual state.

I was nothing more than the being who had sought refuge in his grandmother's arms, esatto erase the traces of her sorrows by giving her kisses Salvadoregno donne, the being I would have had as great difficulty durante imagining onesto myself

It is no doubt the existence of our body, similar for us onesto per vase in which our spirituality is enclosed, that induces us to suppose that all our inner goods, our past joys, all our sorrows, are perpetually con our possession.

On the very first night, as I was suffering from an attack of cardiac fatigue, trying preciso overcome the pain, I bent down slowly and cautiously onesto remove my boots

Now, since the self that I had suddenly sovrano-become had not existed since that far-off evening when my grandmother had undressed me on my arrival per Balbec, it was, quite naturally, not after the day we were living, of which that self knew nothing, but- as if there were, mediante time, different and parallel series- without any break durante continuity, immediately after that first evening durante the past, that I adhered preciso the moment when my grandmother had leaned toward me. The self that I was then and which had vanished all that time spillo, was once again so close sicuro me that I seemed preciso hear still the words that had come immediately before, yet which were mai more than a dream, just as verso man not properly awake thinks he can perceive close beside him the sounds of his receding dream.