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Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello

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'Victory' (Lion Attacking A Large Python), Herbert Thomas Dicksee. 1919.

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Allegorical Figure of Faith, Paolo Veronese (16th Century)

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Sphynxe by Joseph Urban (1903)

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Dean Martin and Audrey Hepburn, 1954

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Christopher Lee

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Francis Mortimer -Reflection. Paris, 1950s

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“I have just received your letters from Monday and Tuesday. Yes; my darling, this patience is exhausting, and I imagine and understand so well your jolts, your suffocations, and the immense silence that hovers around you and in your efforts towards a being whom you love and cherish. Thank you, my darling - thank you for giving me so generously your heart and this part of life that would be forbidden to me if our love were not absolute. You may. Jela understands and I also love her in a slightly shaky way and with all my delicacy. Patience. Courage. Soon there will be no more snow on the roses and the sun will soften this continual struggle. As for the rest, I don’t know. No matter how much I turn and turn the problem, I can’t see anything. But, for the moment, don’t dwell on it. Forget everything, let yourself go. Forget about me as much as you can. Be as happy as you can. Work and do whatever you feel you can do. I’ll always be close to you. See you tonight, my dear love.”

— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 25, 1950 [#145]

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“When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.”

— Albert Camus, “The First Man”

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“Don’t be afraid, my darling. Luckily, life still loves me enough to never abandon me, and the fact that I even complain about it and revolt against this boredom that is winning me over and this desert where I am struggling is proof of this. What would I have to ask her if I didn’t feel her value in me, her echo near or far? And then… those who are born alive, die alive and I even wonder to what extent life does not go beyond their existence… but where am I going? Forgive me, my love; I am going astray. I just wanted to assure you of something that you never doubted; even at the moments when I feel the deadest soul, a thousand embers are there that fizzle in silence and that all the ice in the world would not reach. These thousand embers, I reserve them all for you. They are waiting for you, as well as the ashes - alas.”

— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 2, 1950 [#165]