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Quote by Jean Cocteau
« Sans eux, dites-vous, mes balles sont perdues. Sans eux, ma flamme baisse. Sans eux, je suis fantôme. »
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The speaker says that without “them,” his bullets are lost, his flame grows weaker, and he becomes like a ghost. The repeated “Without them” stresses complete dependence: these unnamed people or things give his action direction, keep his inner fire alive, and make him feel present rather than empty or absent.
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- Académie française — Réponse d’André Maurois au discours de Jean Cocteau
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