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Where is the ebullient infinite woman who hasn't been ashamed of her strength? Who, surprised and horrified by the fantastic tumult of her drives hasn't accused herself of being a monster? Who, feeling a funny desire stirring inside her (to sing, to write, to dare to speak, in short, to bring out something new), hasn't thought that she was sick? Her shameful sickness is that she resists death, that she makes trouble