To whom can I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thou… - Roland Barthes

I feel that the Photograph creates my body or mortifies it, according to its caprice (apology of this mortiferous power: certain Communards paid with their lives for their willingness or even their eagerness to pose on the barricades: defeated, they were recognized by Thiers's police and shot, almost every one).

The politician being interviewed clearly takes a great deal of trouble to imagine an ending to his sentence: and if he stopped short? His entire policy would be jeopardized!

I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.