A person who seems to have been entirely congruent in his memories and his values, fully dissolved and present in the telling of his story.
When he recounted stories from his life, his experiences, these stories contained his moral attitude, his political and philosophical views, as a glass of sugar-water contains sugar, invisible but potent.
It brings to mind a comment of Emily Bronte, regarding deep-seeping dreams, which went ‘through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind’.
Source: György Faludy, My Happy Days in Hell, trans. by Kathleen Szasz (London: Penguin Classics, 2010 (1962)), p. 39
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