I Love Language As I Love Life

These Years Of The Ecole Normale Were An Ordeal. Nothing Was Handed To Me On The First Try.

In Philosophy, You Have To Reckon With The Implicit Level Of An Accumulated Reserve, And Thus With A Very Great Number Of Relays, With The Shared Responsibility Of These Relays.

The Poet…is The Man Of Metaphor: While The Philosopher Is Interested Only In The Truth Of Meaning, Beyond Even Signs And Names, And The Sophist Manipulates Empty Signs…the Poet Plays On The Multiplicity Of Signifieds.

I Believe In The Value Of The Book, Which Keeps Something Irreplaceable, And In The Necessity Of Fighting To Secure Its Respect.

Within The University... You Can Study Without Waiting For Any Efficient Or Immediate Result. You May Search, Just For The Sake Of Searching, And Try For The Sake Of Trying. So There Is A Possibility Of What I Would Call Playing. It's Perhaps The Only Place Within Society Where Play Is Possible To Such An Extent.