ABSTRACT
The title La ceremonie des adieux, appears to be a phrase of Jean-Paul Sartre's own, which he would use to her at one of their separations. The various conversations, of which so little notice has yet been taken, make up the bulk of the book. There was an extraordinary constancy, even when on occasion they separated and took to themselves other companions along other routes, and even indeed when there was on this or that point of philosophy, literature, or politics a measure of sharp disagreement and open conflict. The current explosion in German leftwing politics over a memorandum which he recently wrote on the future of Social Democracy under Helmut Schmidt and Willy Brandt calls for little personal history. Logic and inconsistency were harmonious parts of his irascible intellectuality, and he often appeased his ideological friends out of politeness or weariness or sheer talkativeness.
