"Ce n'est pas la première fois que je remarque combien, en France particulièrement, les mots ont plus d’empire que les idées." <i>("It's not the fir… - George Sand

"Ce n'est pas la première fois que je remarque combien, en France particulièrement, les mots ont plus d’empire que les idées."

("It's not the first time I've noticed how much more power words have than ideas, particularly in France.")

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About George Sand

Amandine-Aurore-Lucile Dupin, baronne Dudevant (1 July 1804 – 8 June 1876), most famous under her pseudonym George Sand, was a French novelist and a pioneer of feminism.

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Alternative Names: Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin Amandine Lucile Aurore Dupin Baroness Dudevant Jules Sand Lucie Dudevant Aurore Amantine Lucile Dupin Aurore Amantine Lucile Sand Amandine-Aaurore-Lucile Dupin George nee Dupin Sand Mrs. George Sand Georges Sand Amandine-Aurore-Lucile Dudevant Amandine-Aaurore-Lucile Dudevant Lucile Aurore Dupin A.A.L. Dudevant-Dupin
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s'il est des douleurs qui ne se trahissent jamais et qui enveloppent l'âme comme un linceul, il est aussi des joies qui restent ensevelies dans le coeur de l'homme parce qu'une voix de la terre ne saurait les dire. D'ailleurs,

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But, alas, I have such a limited spirit, so feeble a memory, that I can’t make any progress. This long illness has parched my poor head. How painful it is to me to open these big books! The odor of damp parchment makes me faint, and all the letters aligned and printed with discouraging symmetry make me dizzy. [...] Just yesterday I confused “objectivity” with “subjectivity” and last night I dreamed about the definition of the absolute. I dreamed I was in a beautiful meadow and watched the flow of a stream of living water. It seemed to me that there were some words written in the depths of its
transparent bed, and I read there all sorts of beautiful things, as though in a book.

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