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The phobic has no other object than the abject. But that word, “fear” –a fluid haze an elusive clamminess– no sooner has it cropped up than it shades off like a mirage and permeates all words of the language with nonexistence, with a hallucinatory, ghostly glimmer. Thus, fear having been bracketed, discourse will seem tenable only if it ceaselessly confront that otherness, a burden both repellent and repelled, a deep well of memory that is unapproachable and intimate: the abject.
Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection
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