" Desire is so strong that it engenders belief; I had believed that Albertine would not leave, because it was my desire; because this was my desire, I believed that she was not dead; I started to read books about turning tables, I started to believe in the possible immortality of the soul. But that was not sufficient for me. I needed after her death to be reunited with her body, as if eternity could resemble life. Do I mean “life”? I was even more demanding. I would have liked not to be deprived by death for ever more of those pleasures which death is not alone in taking from us. "

― Marcel Proust , La fugitiva