Rummaging in his mind for the forgotten name of Proust’s novel he had recently read, he weighed the probability of his remembering the title of the novels he would read in the future, listening to the wind sigh a note of melancholy, with amused indolence. The wind seemed to be conversing in hushed whispers with …
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