Derrida Page #3

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some subject or life...

but only rather moves

between life and death...

between reality and fiction.

An ''I'"that is

a mere function or phantom.

[ Woman ]

[ Woman ]

[ Woman ] There is not

narcissism and non-narcissim.

There are narcissisms that are

more or less comprehensive...

generous, open, extended.

What is called non-narcissism

is in general...

but the economy of a much more

welcoming and hospitable narcissism.

One that is much more open to

the experience of the Other as Other.

I believe that without a movement

of narcissistic reappropriation...

the relation to the Other

would be absolutely destroyed.

It would be destroyed

in advance.

The relation to the Other,

even if it remains asymmetrical...

open, without possible

reappropriation...

must trace a movement

of reappropriation...

in the image of one's self

for love to be possible.

Love is narcissistic.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Woman ]

[ Woman ]

[ Woman ]

[ Woman ]

[ Derrida ]

- These are facts.

- [ Woman, In French ]

Raw facts.

[ Woman ] Now, well, okay.

[ In French ]

What I'd like to ask you about now

is this question of the anecdote.

At the biography conference,

you quoted Heidegger as saying...

that one could sum up

the life of Aristotle as:

Aristotle was born,

he thought and he died.

And then when I asked you about

your relationship with Marguerite...

you said I can give you the facts,

the dates and that's it.

Can you offer

some commentary on that?

[ In French ]

[ Woman ]

[ Derrida ]

[ Marguerite ]

[ Derrida ]

[ Woman ] Was it strange to you to see

something you had no memory of?.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Woman ]

Just whatever you want to say.

[ Woman, In French ]

[ Woman, In French ]

[ Woman, In French ]

[ Woman ]

How do you call this?

-[ Woman ] Dispute?

- No problem.

You know, the usual family--

Always something.

Absolute peace.

[ Woman ]

That was the first

and only last time.

[ Laughs ]

I saw that once and for all.

[ Mumbles ]

You remember this.

[ Chattering In French ]

[ Derrida, In French ]

[ Woman ]

[ Woman ]

And I am writing here at the moment...

when my mother

no longer recognizes me.

And at which, though still capable

of speaking or articulating a little...

she no longer calls me.

And for her, and therefore

for the rest ofher life...

I no longer have a name.

That's what's happening.

And when she nonetheless

seems to reply to me...

she's presumably replying

to someone...

who happens to be me

without her knowing it...

ifknowing

means anything here.

Like the other day in Nice...

when I asked her

if she was in pain.

''Yes. '"

Then where?

It was February 5, 1 989.

She had in a rhetoric

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