And even before my brain, lingering in consideration of when things had happened and of what they had looked like, had sufficient impressions to enable it to identify the room, it, my body, would recall from each room in succession what the bed was like, where the doors were, how daylight came in at the windows, whether there was a passage outside, what I had had in my mind when I went to sleep, and had found there when I awoke.
Marcel ProustAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: french
- Born: July 10, 1871
- Died: November 18, 1922