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To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
Roland Barthes
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Roland Barthes
Age: 64 †
Born: 1915
Born: November 12
Died: 1980
Died: March 25
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Non-Fiction Writer
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Roland GĂ©rard Barthes
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