Who ever said that one was born just once?
Category Archive: July 15
I do not believe in pure idioms. I think there is naturally a desire, for whoever speaks or writes, to sign in an idiomatic, irreplaceable manner.
Everything is arranged so that it be this way, this is what is called culture.
As soon as there is language, generality has entered the scene.
In Algeria, I had begun to get into literature and philosophy. I dreamed of writing-and already models were instructing the dream, a certain language governed it.
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.
No one gets angry at a mathematician or a physicist whom he or she doesn’t understand, or at someone who speaks a foreign language, but rather at someone who tampers with your own language.
I have always had trouble recognizing myself in the features of the intellectual playing his political role according to the screenplay that you are familiar with and whose heritage deserves to be questioned.
These years of the Ecole Normale were an ordeal. Nothing was handed to me on the first try.
To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.