Nabokov

"During the eight years that Pnin had taught at Waindell College he had changed his lodgings about every semester. The accumulation of consecutive rooms in his memory now resembled those displays of grouped elbow chairs on show, and beds, and lamps, and inglenooks which, ignoring all space-time distinctions, commingle in the soft life of a furniture store beyond which it snows, and the dusk deepens, and nobody really loves anybody."

The way I feel after reading this quote reminds me of the way I feel after reading the last paragraph of "The Dead".