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to Alice Miller
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This story sounds as though it were invented,
But it is true from beginning to end..!
There are people who have to pay for the ′smallest′ things in life,
With their very substance and their spinal cord.
That is a constantly recurring pain
And then, when they are tired of suffering...

( Alphonse Daudet, from ′Lettres de mon moulin′ )

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Does not mother love belong to the ′smallest′,
But also indispensable, things in life,
For which many people - paradoxically - have to pay
By giving up the living selves..?

( Alice Miller, from ′The Drama of the Gifted Child′ )