"The idea that Bergotte was not wholly and permanently dead is by no means improbable. They buried him but all through the night of mourning, in lighted bookshop windows, his books arranged three by three kept watch like angels with outstretched wings and seemed, for him who was no more, the symbol of his resurrection"
Marcel Proust in La Prisoniere from " À la recherche du temps perdu"
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