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Physically, the Ventoux is dreadful. Bald, it’s the spirit of Dry: Its climate (it is much more an essence of climate than a geographic place) makes it a damned terrain, a testing place for heroes, something like a higher hell.

Roland Barthes

He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
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Himself Life Reading Story
Every exploration is an appropriation.
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Appropriate Exploration
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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Forget Ourselves Settle
Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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Myself Painting Reality See
How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?
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Beyond Image Meaning
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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Confession Inflexion Lying
Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.
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Community Family Instrument Television
Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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Existence Language Man Position
The best principals are not heroes; they are hero makers.
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Creation Education School
Every object in the world can pass from a closed, silent existence to an oral state, open to appropriation by society, for there is no law, whether natural or not, which forbids talking about things
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Existence Law Natural Object Silence Society State
It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel
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Character Consider Myself Novel
One must turn the tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking.
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Mouth Oneself Speaking Time Tongue
What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.
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Existence Oneself Repeat Reproduction
We can never know, for the good reason that writing is the destruction of every voice, every origin. Writing is that neuter, that composite, that obliquity into which our subject flees, the black-and-white where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes.
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Body Destruction Goodness Identity Known Subject Voice Writing
Cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.
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Camera Living Myself Old Photography Sound
It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.
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Emotional Sexuality

Physically, the Ventoux is dreadful. Bald, it’s the spirit of Dry: Its climate (it is much more an essence of climate than a geographic place) makes it a damned terrain, a testing place for heroes, something like a higher hell.

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Physically, the Ventoux is dreadful. Bald, it’s the spirit of Dry: Its climate (it is much more an essence of climate than a geographic place) makes it a damned terrain, a testing place for heroes, something like a higher hell.

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