For The Signifier Is A Unit In

Yet, Analytical Truth Is Not As Mysterious, Or As Secret, So As To Not Allow Us To See That People With A Talent For Directing Consciences See Truth Rise Spontaneously.

Since Freud, The Center Of Man Is Not Where We Thought It Was; One Has To Go On From There.

I Identify Myself In Language, But Only By Losing Myself In It Like An Object. What Is Realised In My History Is Not The Past Definite Of What Was, Since It Is No More, Or Even The Present Perfect Of What Has Been In What I Am, But The Future Anterior Of What I Shall Have Been For What I Am In The Process Of Becoming.

The Sentence Completes Its Signification Only With Its Last Term.

The Narration, In Fact, Doubles The Drama With A Commentary Without Which No Mise En Scene Would Be Possible.