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Are Not Couturiers The Poets Who, From Year To Year, From Strophe To Strophe, Write The Anthem Of The Feminine Body?

The Politician Being Interviewed Clearly Takes A Great Deal Of Trouble To Imagine An Ending To His Sentence: And If He Stopped Short? His Entire Policy Would Be Jeopardized!

A Light Without Shadow Generates An Emotion Without Reserve.

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.

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.