I Am One Of Those Marranes Who

Beyond The Touchline There Is Nothing.

One Often Speaks Without Seeing, Without Knowing, Without Meaning What One Says.

These Critics Organize And Practice In My Case A Sort Of Obsessive Personality Cult Which Philosophers Should Know How To Question And Above All, To Moderate.

To Pretend, I Actually Do The Thing: I Have Therefore Only Pretended To Pretend.

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.