Marcel Proust - À La Recherche du Temps Perdu (Du côté de chez Swann)
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long time, I went to bed early. Sometimes, just my candle, my eyes closed so quickly that I had no time to say: “I fall asleep.” And, half an hour later, thought it was time to seek sleep would awaken me and I wanted to put down the book I thought I had in my hands and blow out my light, I had not ceased while sleeping to reflect on what I had read, but these thoughts Had taken a turn rather unusual and I thought that I myself spoke with this structure: a church, a quartet, the rivalry between François I and Charles V.. This belief survived for a few seconds to my clock and it does not shock my reason, but lay like scales upon my eyes and Prevented Them From Realizing that the candle was not lit. Then it began to seem Unintelligible, after Metempsychosis have thoughts of a previous existence, the subject of the book stood out to me, I was free to apply myself or not, I soon regained his sight and I were astonished to find around me darkness, soft and relaxing for me, but perhaps more to my mind, that it seemed like something without a cause, incomprehensible, something really dark.
Longtemps, je me suis couché de bonne heure.
