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but with the toste of tea ond-coke, thot f wosconscious it wosconnected be not,indeed, of the could thosesovours, thot it infinitelytronscended somenotureos theirs. Wheredid it comefrorrt?Whot did it signify? How ond define it? couldT seizeuPon hovebeen,this to ogoin oskmyselfwhotit could AndI begon proof of its exislence, stote whichbroughtwith it no logicol unremembered thot it wosq reol stote in whose thot it woshoppy, but onlythe sense meltedqndvonished. other stotes of consciousness presence returned. The toste wqsthot of the little the And suddenly memory whenr wentto of mornings combroy*, whichon Sundoy crumbof mqdeleine usedto giveme,dipping my soygooddayto her in her bedroom, quntLeonie the teo. AndonceI hod recognized it first in her owncupof lime-flower of in sooked her decoction lime-flowers toste of thecrumbof madeleine the upon the whichmy ountusedto give me,immediotely oldgrey house of wos,roseup like the scenery atheater to attoch street, wherehernoom whichhod beenbuilt on opening to fhe gorden, itself to the little povilion, to the ond it out behind for my porents; with the house town,from monning the f where wossent before luncheon, the night,ondin oll weothers, Sguore, the countryroodswe took whenit whichf usedto run erronds, sireetsolong by themselves filling o porceloin omuse wosfine. nnd.lustos the Joponese of in bowlwith woterondsteeping it little crumbs poperwhichuntil then ore wet, stretch they become without choracteror form, but, the moment qll thot moment shope, bend,tqke on coloronddistinctive themselvegond on pork,ondthe woter-lilies fhe ondin M. Swonn's in the flowe_rs our gorden ond ond Vivonne the goodfolk of the villoge their little dwellings the ond tokingtheir ond of porishchurch ondthe whole Combroy of its surroundings, olike, townsondgordens into sProng being, solid, propershopes growing ond from my cupof teo.

*Proust's home childhood