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That Is What Deconstruction Is Made Of: Not The Mixture But The Tension Between Memory, Fidelity, The Preservation Of Something That Has Been Given To Us, And, At The Same Time, Heterogeneity, Something Absolutely New, And A Break.

There Is Nothing Outside Of The Text. [fr., Il N'y A Pas De Hors-texte.]

Contrary To What Phenomenology- Which Is Always Phenomenology Of Perception- Has Tried To Make Us Believe, Contrary To What Our Desire Cannot Fail To Be Tempted Into Believing, The Thing Itself Always Escapes.

What Is Called "objectivity," Scientific For Instance (in Which I Firmly Believe, In A Given Situation) Imposes Itself Only Within A Context Which Is Extremely Vast, Old, Firmly Established, Or Rooted In A Network Of Conventions ... And Yet Which Still Remains A Context.

The Blindness That Opens The Eye Is Not The One That Darkens Vision. Tears And Not Sight Are The Essence Of The Eye.