hich emerges only there,Рas a cork. This cork is supported by the term of the impossibleР—and the little we know about the real shows its antinomy toРall verisimilitude.Р I shall speak of Joyce, who has upied me much thisРyear, only to say that he is the simplest consequence of a refusalР—such a mental refusal !—of a psycho-analysis, which, as a re-Рsult, his work illustrates. But I have done no more than touchРon this, in view of my embarrassment where art—an elementРin which Freud did not bathe without mishap—is concerned.Р I would-mention that, as always, I was entangled in urgentРcases as I wrote this.Р I write, however, in so far as I feel I must, in order to be onРa level (au pair) with these cases, to make a pair with them.РParis 17.5.76 J. L.Р ixРThis page intentionally left blank.
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