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The image a society evolves of the relationship between the living and the dead is, in the final analysis, an attempt, on the level of religious thought, to conceal, embellish or justify the actual relationships which prevail among the living.
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Chapter 23 : The Living and the Dead, p.246

 

Claude Levi-Strauss

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