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“Habría hecho mejor callándose: su observación sobraba. Además… cómo diría yo…, hay algo que no funciona bien referente a la rapidez de su lengua. La vertiginosa rapidez de la lengua siempre ha de ser algo menor que la infinitesimal del pensamiento; de lo contrario constituye un grave defecto.”

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Book:We
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We

This book delves into the complexities of group dynamics and the human condition, examining how individuals come together to form a collective identity. more

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