“I am a dreamer... I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced...
When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights ...
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