Never resist a sentence you like, in which language takes its own plea >>
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The local is a shabby thing. There's nothing worse than bringing us ba >>
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The local is a shabby thing. There's nothing worse than bringing us back down to our own little corner, our own territory, the radiant promiscuity of the face to face. A culture which has taken the risk of the universal, must perish by the universal.