I know...

Two posts in one day can only mean one thing: procrastination. But I'm lonely at my desk and my paper is still hard and I need to share this important bulletin from the front lines of what I think we are now calling postmodern deconstruction (Derrida, at any rate):

Already installed in the narcisssistic structure, the other so marks the self of the relationship to self, so conditions it that the being "in us" of bereaved memory becomes the coming of the other. And, however terrifying this thought may be, the first coming of the other.

That is all.