the diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted,
leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder-naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness. I kept myself from making the slightest movement, but I didn't need to move in order to
leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder-naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness. I kept myself from making the slightest movement, but I didn't need to move in order to
( Jean-Paul Sartre )
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