ABSTRACT
My journey of psychoanalytic thinking has long been sharedwith a few “special companions”, some of whom, likeWinnicott or Bion, I have known only from their books, while others I could meet and also have exchanges and debates with. André Green was one of these special companions, one of those with whom, whatever I thought, said, or wrote, I continued the dialogue. For many French psychoanalysts of my generation, Green was one of those-but there are not so many-with whom it was interesting to think and discuss, one of those who illuminate the path ahead. I do not think I have ever ventured to write an article or explore a question, whether clinical, metapsychological, or technical, without finding out first what Green had thought or said about it.
