We are all mediators, translators.
Who ever said that one was born just once?
As soon as there is language, generality has entered the scen.
I do everything I think possible or acceptable to escape from this trap.
Everything is arranged so that it be this way, this is what is called culture.
To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.
These years of the Ecole Normale were an ordeal. Nothing was handed to me on the first try.
Certain readers resented me when they could no longer recognize their territory, their institution.
The circle of the return to birth can only remain open, but this is a chance, a sign of life, and a wound.
Why is it the philosopher who is expected to be easier and not some scientist who is even more inaccessible?