On what winter is required for
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.”
The line is printed on a great many mugs, which has cost it its setting. Camus wrote it in the middle of an essay about going back to a place he had loved and finding it in rain, ruined, wrong.
The French verb is closer to I was learning than I found — a process, not a discovery. The summer is not a reserve of good feeling. It is something that only becomes apparent in the season that seems to disprove it.