Novel · Magazine · Modernist literatureHis heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or reverie, he had heard their tale before.James JoyceThe Egoist · 1915★ 6.9
Novel · Modernist literatureOnce I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime flowers which my aunt used to give me... Immediately the old gray house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theater.Marcel ProustIn Search of Lost Time · 1913★ 5.3