It frightens me to think that if I hadn’t met you I’d have gone on being stupid. Don’t deny it, you’ve opened up a world of ideas for me that I didn’t know existed, and if I’ve made anything of myself, it’s because of you.
Albertine to the Narrator.
Marcel Proust, The Prisoner, translated by Carol Clark, p. 54.
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