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André Breton

I’m telling you, you are in your fate, tied to the flawed pink diamond, the woman’s knee resting where, to her astonishment, the admirable flounce of foam breaks again. You have hands for losing what you haven’t found. You’re motionless, chained to the cold rock above the cliff, at the climax of the whole tragedy … — André Breton, from “The Butterfly,” Earthlight, translated by Bill Zavatsky and Zack Rogow (Sun and Moon Press 1993)

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