andré gide's memories.

after years of "i've been meaning to read that book", i finally read andré gide's the immoralist on the flight home this evening. a highly recommended read. hidden within the pages, i found a most wonderful passage relating to memories. i became terribly excited, because i have found the right words to convincingly [and beautifully] describe my thoughts on this matter [which can also be found here]:

"if only our mediocre brains were able to embalm our memories! but they aren't easy to preserve. the most delicate ones shrivel away, the more voluptuous ones rot. the most delicious one are the most dangerous in the long run. the things that one repents of are the things that were delicious when they happened." [the immoralist, p.85]

hooray!