It&#39;s a very difficult thing losing a parent, but I think there&#39;s an added complication for me, because he was so well-loved and he had this very open charm that made people feel they had a personal relationship with him.

They rode an elevator in silence. Too-precipitous intimacy had left in its wake a kind of dirty awkwardness.

I was a screen-- I was their protector. The more I saw, the less they would.

No seventeenth-century pedagogue would have publicly advised his disciple, as did Erasmus in his Dialogues, on the choice of a good prostitute.

Written By Michel Foucault

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