"Seeing a mackerel, it may happen, that I immediately think of gooseberries, because I at the same time ate mackerel with gooseberries as the sauce. The first syllable of the latter word, being that which had coexisted with the image of the bird, so called, I may think of a goose. In the next moment the image of a swan may arise before me, though I have never seen the two birds together."
Biographia Literaria .......................... Samuel Taylor Coleridge............Born 1772 - Died 1834
"No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were happening to me. An exquisite pleasure isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory - this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this was not in me it was me ..... Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it? And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little of madeleine which on Sunday morning at Combray ( because on these mornings I did not go out before mass), when I went to good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Leonie used to give me, dipping it first in her cup of tea or tisane. The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it. And all from my cup of tea."
Remembrance of Things Past: Swann's Way..................Marcel Proust..........Born 1871 - Died 1922
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