Aha!

And then a new light, less dazzling, no doubt, than that other illumination which had made me perceive that the work of art was  the sole means of rediscovering Lost Time, shone suddenly within me. …

Today’s One-Liner (#193)

Great novels always spring from an obsession that has been transcended. –René Girard, Deceit, Desire, and the Novel: Self and Other in Literary Structure