Reasons for my desiring
I have said that oblivion was beginning to perform its task. But one of the effects of oblivion was precisely, since it meant that many of Albertine’s less pleasing aspects, of the boring hours that I had spent with her, no longer figured in my memory, ceased therefore to be reasons for my desiring that she should not be with me as I used to wish when she was still in the house, that it gave me a curtailed impression of her, enhanced by all the love that I had ever felt for other women.
In this novel aspect of her, oblivion which nevertheless was engaged upon making me accustomed to our separation, made me, by shewing me a more attractive Albertine, long all the more for her return.
Marcel Proust, Albertine Gone, In Search of Lost Time