I carried to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had let soften a piece of Madeleine. But at the very instant when the mouthful of tea mixed with cake-crumbs touched my palate, I quivered, attentive to the extraordinary thing that was happening in me.

Proust, Marcel: In Search of Lost Time: Swann's Way (1913)

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