The photography story didn’t include a lengthy disquisition on the Proustian Madeleine of my time:

The flash cube was a fascinating little invention. For those of us born at a particular time, we had a memory of the old bulbs, and the peculiar pleasure of crinkling and crushing the husk of the expended bulb. It was like an alien exoskeleton.
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