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“A heavy morning of audiences had neither tired nor depressed him. In a black cassock with no decoration, his neck enclosed in a Roman collar, but at ease, he appeared young, slender, elegant, above all available, lively, calm, in possession of himself and also of that French which he evidently enjoyed speaking, unfolding it like a roll of cloth, rather slowly.”

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Book:The Pope Speaks: Dialogues of Paul VI with Jean Guitton
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The Pope Speaks: Dialogues of Paul VI with Jean Guitton

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Jean Guitton
Jean Guitton

Jean Guitton, a French philosopher born on August 18, 1901, and died on March 21, 1999, was deeply influenced by existentialism and phenomenology. His philosophical thoughts had a profound impact on the philosophical world, both in France and globally. more

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