當我在威尼斯尋找與Proust相關的痕跡時. 不免遺憾鐘樓在1902倒塌, 所以它不會是Proust以前難過的那一座

但迷宮還在, 世人對愛情的迷惘, 也始終未曾消失(p.s.Proust視力必屬一流, 我在場都看不到天使在"伸出手"....)

http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/p/proust/marcel/p96sw/chapter3.html

The Sweet Cheat Gone

CHAPTER THREE VENICE

My mother had brought me for a few weeks to Venice and—as there may be beauty in the most precious as well as in the humblest things—I was receiving there impressions analogous to those which I had felt so often in the past at Combray, but transposed into a wholly different and far richer key. When at ten o’clock in the morning my shutters were thrown open, I saw ablaze in the sunlight, instead of the black marble into which the slates of Saint-Hilaire used to turn, the Golden Angel on the Campanile of San Marco. In its dazzling glitter, which made it almost impossible to fix it in space, it promised me with its outstretched arms, for the moment, half an hour later, when I was to appear on the Piazzetta, a joy more certain than any that it could ever in the past have been bidden to announce to men of good will.