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I encounter millions of bodies in my life of these millions, I may desire some hundreds but of these hundreds, I love only one.
Roland Barthes
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Roland Barthes
Age: 64 †
Born: 1915
Born: November 12
Died: 1980
Died: March 25
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Essayist
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Literary Critic
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Literary Theorist
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Screenwriter
Roland Gérard Barthes
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