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How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.
Andre Breton
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Andre Breton
Age: 70 †
Born: 1896
Born: February 18
Died: 1966
Died: September 28
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Surrealism, n. Pure psychic automatism, by which it is intended to express, whether verbally or in writing, or in any other way, the real process of thought. Thought's dictation, free from any control by the reason, independent of any aesthetic or moral preoccupation.
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