Being a matrix for the susurration of texts
“The souls of our fathers still throb in us for pains that have been forgotten, almost as the man who has been wounded feels an ache in the hand he has lost.”
– Jules Michelet, Histoire de France (1867). Quoted in Edmund Wilson, To the Finland Station.
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