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Michel Foucault

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Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same: leave it to our bureaucrats and our police to see that our papers are in order. At least spare us their morality when we write.
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'The Archaeology of Knoweldge (1972), tr. A. M. Sheridan Smith (New York: Pantheon)

 
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