“Each age has its own aroma, which floats around, saturates and overwhelms the whole world for us. In the present we usually do not notice it, precisely because it constitutes the constant atmosphere of our soul. But as soon as the present moves back into the past, as soon as we enter another period of life, and in memory the faded color of life appears so palpably that we are surprised how we did not notice this special atmosphere then, did not enjoy it consciously and fully at the time. And then the new strip will become the past, and it will turn out that it also had its own charm...”