ABSTRACT

There are other extracts, but one more commonplace I have copied down, for its seeming relevance to a project of the commonplace, Derrida saying something he says is "a bit like" a moment in Freud:

[I]n the end I have nothing new to say. Why detain you with these worn-out stories? Why this wasted time? Why archive this? Why these investments in paper, in ink, in characters? Why mobilize so much space and so much work, so much typographic composition? . . . Aren't these stories to be had everywhere? . . . [T]his [gesture] turns out to be itself a useless expenditure, the fiction of a sort of "rhetorical question."4