François is perhaps dead. I am perhaps alive. But then, is there a difference?

The profoundly meaningful closing words of Jean-Luc Godard's foreword to François Truffaut's collected Letters (translated and edited by Gilbert Adair; published by Faber and Faber in the early 90s).

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