ABSTRACT
Things are starting to be written, things that will constitute a feminine Imaginary, the site, that is, of identifi cations of an ego no longer given over to an image defi ned by the masculine . . . , but rather inventing forms for women on the march, or as I prefer to Fantasise, ‘in fl ight’, so that instead of lying down, women will go forward by leaps in search of themselves.1
