O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. – Louis Aragon
Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reasons imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work. – Louis Aragon
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