I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.
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"I write without seeing. I came. I wanted to kiss your hand... This is the first time I have ever written in the dark...not knowing whether I am indeed forming letters. Wherever there will be nothing, read that I love you."
—Diderot, Letter to Sophie Volland, June 10, 1759
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