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“Far from such din, when blessed silence returns, I can listen to the butterflies that flutter inside my head. To hear them, one must be calm and pay close attention, for their wingbeats are barely audible. Loud breathing is enough to drown them out. This is astonishing: my hearing does not improve, yet I hear them better and better. I must have butterfly hearing.”

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Book:The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death
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The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death

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Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby

Jean-Dominique Bauby was a renowned French journalist and editor-in-chief of the magazine 'ELLE'. Born on April 23, 1952, and passing away on March 9, 1997, Bauby made a significant impact in the media industry through his work as a writer and editor. more

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