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“Jacques lo siguió con el espíritu excitado que tenía siempre que se sentía próximo a la conquista de un libro deseado, un manuscrito raro, de algo que encerrarse en sí, de algún modo, aquel misterio latento que tienen los objetos de los otros cuando fueron amados y valorados por ellos. Apropiarse de esos objetos significa quizás conservar en cierto modo una chispa de aquel amora, de aquel placerr, y sentirse finalmente satisfecho.”

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