ABSTRACT
Poor Marion. Marion? The servant, of course, whom Rousseau wronged. She is
the real other of the confession. She was not able to pass her story on in any way
that reached us, and yet – sooner or later – the stories of the oppressed may find
their way into print. Such a disclosure is not a matter of a deferred and rather
machine-like determinism, as Derrida implies with respect to the philosophical
confession, but of what may perserveringly find a way of evading the technolo-
gies of a colonising dialectic, a dialectic of ‘genre-lisation’ or generalisation.
