"Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light."

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L'imagination m'apportait des délices infinies. En recouvrant ce que les hommes appellent la raison, faudra-t-il regretter de les avoir perdues...? My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?

— Gerard De Nerval