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HIS EVALUATION OF OTHER ARTISTS
Henri Barbusse (1873-1935)
"A hearse is passing through the public neighbourhoods of Paris. It is an undecorated, unpainted, ungilded hearse. There is a crowd behind the hearse that one can perceive but cannot estimate the number of. At the front, there are girls who are wearing tattered clothes on them, but they are pure. They are carrying books in their hands. On either side, again, there are innumerable people...
"The dead man is a poet, a novelist, an author. He descends from the essential genealogy. His name is Henri Barbusse. French society knows whom to follow, whether alive or dead."
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