After the suicide of my thoughts, they admired my intelligence; they doted on my mind. My parched imagination, my dried-up sensitivity were enough for the people who were the thirstiest for an intellectual life – their thirst being as artificial and mendacious as the source from which they believed they were quenching it!

Author   Marcel ProustTopics   Thoughts, Intelligence, Imagination, Intellectual Thirst, False Appreciation, Mental Fatigue Copy Share on Share on Facebook Share on Pinterest Share on Twitter

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