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" In the case of my younger brother it was an immortality without flaw, without commentary, smooth, pure, unique. My younger brother had nothing to cry in the wilderness, he had nothing to say, here or anywhere, nothing. He was uneducated, he never managed to learn anything. He couldn't speak, could scarcely read, scarcely write, sometimes you'd think he couldn't even suffer. He was someone who didn't understand and was afraid. "
― Marguerite Duras , The Lover (The Lover, #1)