"I am volatile for one, rigid for another, angular as an icicle in silver, or voluptuous as a candle flame in gold."

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Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand.

— Marcel Proust