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“Note that the word 'mute' is regarded by linguists as an onomatopoeic formation referring not to silence but to a certain fundamental opacity of human being, which likes to show the truth by allowing to be seen hiding.”

Quote by Anne Carson

Book:Nox
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Nox

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Anne Carson
Anne Carson

Anne Carson, born on June 21, 1950, is a renowned Canadian poet. Her works are known for their unique style and profound themes, covering a range of subjects including philosophy, history, and literature. more

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