A Man Who Is Free Is Like

He Is Always Becoming, And If It Were Not For The Contingency Of Death, He Would Never End.

When She Is Alone In The Rooms I Hear Her Humming To Keep Herself From Thinking.

No Finite Point Has Meaning Without An Infinite Reference Point.

I Am Finishing A Biography Of [gustave] Flaubert. Because He Is The Opposite Of What I Am. One Needs To Rub Up Against Argument.

The Way, Applicable In Our Non-revolutionary Societies, To Prepare For The Time When Everyone Will Read, Is To Pose Problems In The Most Radical And Intransigent Manner. This Is What Alain Badiou Has Just Done In Almagestes, Where He Puts Language On Trial With An Intention Of Cleansing, Of Catharsis.