I suffer from a chronic nausea — after I’m with people. The awareness (after-awareness) of how programmed I am, how insincere, how frightened. - Susan Sontag

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I suffer from a chronic nausea — after I’m with people. The awareness (after-awareness) of how programmed I am, how insincere, how frightened.

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About Susan Sontag

Susan Sontag (16 January 1933 – 28 December 2004) was an American essayist, literary critic, cultural theorist, and political activist.

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Alternative Names: Susan Rosenblatt Susan Lee Sontag Susan Lee Rosenblatt

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