These Years Of The Ecole Normale Were

Still Today, I Cannot Cross The Threshold Of A Teaching Institution Without Physical Symptoms, In My Chest And My Stomach, Of Discomfort Or Anxiety. And Yet I Have Never Left School.

I Became The Stage For The Great Argument Between Nietzsche And Rousseau. I Was The Extra Ready To Take On All The Roles.

Surviving - That Is The Other Name Of A Mourning Whose Possibility Is Never To Be Awaited.

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.

I Wrote Some Bad Poetry That I Published In North African Journals, But Even As I Withdrew Into This Reading, I Also Led The Life Of A Kind Of Young Hooligan.