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Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.

Roland Barthes

Wine is a part of society because it provides a basis not only for a morality but also for an environment; it is an ornament in the slightest ceremonials of French daily life, from the snack to the feast, from the conversation at the local cafT to the speech at a formal dinner.
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Dinner Environment Formal Moral Society Talk Wine
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
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Excession Language Love Try Writing
We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.
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Common Deep Intelligence Known Name Philosophy Sense War
Architecture is always dream and function, expression of a utopia and instrument of a convenience.
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Architecture Convenience Dreams Function Instrument
What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Bare Energy Love One Liner
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
Ultimately, Photography is subversive, not when it frightens, repels, or even stigmatizes, but when it is pensive, when it thinks.
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Fear Photography Scare Thinking
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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Confession Inflexion Lying
Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.
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Desire Disappointment Pleasure Rival Truth
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
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Interesting Language Myself Seduce Wound
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
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Desire Fingers Language Myself Skin Tremble Word
The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory (like Werther).
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Forget Lover Memories Strain Time
Touch is the most demystifying of all senses, different from sight which is the most magical.
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Different Magic Sight Touch
Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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Existence Language Man Position
Whereas the work is understood to be traceable to a source (through a process of derivation or “filiation”), the Text is without a source – the “author” a mere “guest” at the reading of the Text.
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Reading Source Text Understand Work
I have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it’s been pretty fun.
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Fun Life Myself Possible Pretty Professional

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