 But, you know, I'm a Proustian and I have to believe in that intrinsic quality. Why is it so, if there isn't anything left over, then why is it so hard to characterize? Why do we need poets to use, you know, pyrotechnics of language to convey to us the way in which, you know, the sunlight feels on our face dappling through leaves or the way in which something tastes on our tongue?