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Death takes a man's body away from him. In life, a man and his body are synonymous; in death, there is the man and there is the body...This is the body of X, not this is X. The syntax is entirely different Now we are talking about two things instead of cluster of images and memories in the minds of other people. As for the body, it is no more thn flesh and bones, a heap of pure matter...As long as I kept these pictures before my eyes, as long as I continued to study them with my complete attention, it was as though he were still alive, even in death. Or if not alive, at least not dead. Or rather, somehow suspended, locked in a universe that had nothing to do with death, in which death could never make an entrance.