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we are fundamentally gazed upon beings; in the spectacle of the world,
there is always an Other who in some way is looking at us; in other
words, we are always a little framed in the skylight of the phantasm of
the Other, with all that this suggests of discomfort, of embarrassment
or of anguish.
Yves Depelsenaire
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