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Commoners are weightless. But he was a royal bon vivant who, no matter what, always weighed 125 kilos. I would be very surprised if he didn’t have a few pounds left.
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A soldier in Argos, speaking of the dead King Agamemnon, Act 2

 

Jean-Paul Sartre

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