I don’t know what I expected when I read “Farewell” again over 30 years later, but it has proven to be a huge disappointment.
I had a similar experience a few years ago when I tried to re-read Alain-Fournier's Le grand Meaulnes, which seemed to me utterly magical when I first read it in my teens. Back then, I was given to reading certain parts of it over and over. They were like incantations, turning my dreams almost into life. Reading it decades later, however, while I could still feel the magic on the page, it was as if some portal had been closed to me, and I could no longer participate. I did not belong there anymore.