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(memory is) A strange echo, which stores its replicas according to some other acoustic than consciousness or expectation.

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Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth.
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Now that I think about it, it seems to me that’s what Idiocy is: the ability to be enthusiastic all the time about anything you like, so that a drawing on the wall does not have to be diminished by the memory of the frescoes of Giotto in Padua.
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As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. (...) You don't pick out the rain that soaks you to the skin when you come out of a concert.
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Happy are those who choose, those who accept being chosen, the handsome heroes, the handsome saints, the perfect escapists.
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The archive of supposed photocopies (I.E. memory) actually offers up strange creatures; the green paradise of childhood loves that Baudelaire recalled is for many a future in reverse, an obverse of hope in the face of the gray purgatory of adult loves.
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