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We find a little of everything in our memory; it is a sort of pharmacy, a sort of chemical laboratory, in which our groping hand may come to rest now on a sedative drug, now on a dangerous poison.

—Marcel Proust, from “The Captive,”

Remembrance of Things Past,

translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff,

Terence Kilmartin, and Andreas Mayor