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briancrandall's review against another edition
5.0
—But the urn of language is so fragile. It crumbles and immediately you blow into the dust of words that are the cinder itself. And if you entrust it to paper, it is all the better to inflame you with, my dear; you will eat yourself up immediately. No, this is not the tomb he would have dreamed of in order that there may be a place, there may be good reason [y ait lieu], as they say, for the work of mourning to take its time. In this sentence I see the tomb of a tomb, the monument of an impossible tomb—forbidden, like the memory of a cenotaph, deprived of the patience of mourning, denied also the slow decomposition that shelters, locates, lodges, hospitalizes itself in you while you eat the pieces (he did not want to eat the piece but was forced to). [35–6]
dshao's review
5.0
Warrants a rereading... Definitely the most original book I've read (one of my first exposures to Derrida)
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