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Text ID: You horrify me. But at the same time, I horrify myself.
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Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City”
Text ID: You horrify me. But at the same time, I horrify myself.
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Text ID: How can one fail to realize that in this vulnerable universe everything that is human and solely human assumes a more vivid meaning?
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Text ID: And I'll always have regrets for everything I do, everything I've gained, everything I've lost, good and bad,
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Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; "The Perjured City"
Text ID: Am I not already a shadow of myself?
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[Text ID: “My body is useless. / It lies, curled like a dog on the carpet. / It has given up.”]
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