A French
Antisemitism
Translated
by Yona Dureau
from :
Micheline Weinstein
Psychoanalyst
In
Memoriam Sara Halperyn
1920 • February 13 th 2002
Sara
Halperyn, Librarian of the Center of Contemporary
Jewish Archives, found the documents which permitted
me to dedicate as a whole all my past works
as well as all my present and future works,
to all the new-borns born at Rotschild Hospital
in Paris in 1942 and 1943, and who were deported
together with their mother to Birkenau where
they were murdered without even as much as a
legal registered identity. Sarah Halperyn has
made it possible for us to testify that these
children have existed. Hence her
name cannot be separated from this dedication.
Foreword
«I
have but twenty acres of land, » replied
the Turc, « I plow them with my children :
work chases three great evils away from us :
boredom, vice and misery.» Candide (Voltaire)
In May 2002, I had written as a foreword to my book (Freud,
l'hystérie, la yA et l'histoire) a brief report
on the events preceeding the French elections
as well as the period between the second turn
of the elections and the elections of the president,
followed by the vote for the legislative chamber.
That foreword was also published on our website.
It constituted an urgent call to psychoanalysts,
be they isolated or members of a professional
union, to say « no » to the dramatic
shameful Massenideologies of that beginning
of the XXIst century. Eventhough the root « cracy »
resounds pleasantly to one’s ears, democracy
and the Republic of thought were in danger of
loosing all meaning, signifying nothing. We
were several men and women claiming and protesting
against the nonsense of a « protest-vote »,
that would lead to the success of a régime of
vulgarity, brutality and of the prohibition
of thought. That « potest vote » made
no sense, and could even lead in the long run
to a fur thepromotion of events as triteness,
a process that has been going on for the last
sixty years.
Many of us, belonging to the generations born before, during and after
the war, knew eversince 1981 full buildings
of people who would shamelessly declare that
they voted Le Pen. they would even do so quite
openly, without any twist of the tongue, even
when unasked for anything, if not for the mere
decency of keeping silent.
Let me mention a typical story. Some months ago, one of these individuals
even wanted me to give him my yellow star, or
at least one of another internee, « but
a real one, please », not the copy of a
star, to alleviate his nostalgia for the great
meetings of Nürenberg and crystal nights. I
have to mention this story, since I refer to
it later concerning psychoanalysis.
Freud had called the Third Hitlerei,
i.e. Hitlery.
We were a few voters to have expected and waited for an official position
of analysts in April 2002, in view of what threatened
to overturn independence, and freedom of thought.
y •
Le temps
du non (psychoanalysis ;
time for « no ») broadcast this call
by mail and e-mail on April 1st. On May 1st,
only the SPP, the Society of Parisian Psychoanalysts,
had taken a firm and public stance.
One would think that psychoanalysts, be they isolated or members of unions,
had been afraid of losing their patients, which
is obviously the risk they would run under such
circumstances.
« Hell, no, France is not antisemitic, nor are the French people »… « This
is not like Berlin in the 20’s… not even like
Paris in the 30’s… ». The fact that people
would harp on that string – together with some
of their slogans, of their incantations –
only means that the process of a ritual aiming
at denying reality is at work, while we can
perfectly read, and even better than read, see,
while we are supposed to be able to hear.
Let
us bear in mind that France did not particularly
stand off with glory to help Freud out of Vienna
in 1938, or welcome him and his family, not
to say to name him president of a French psychoanalytical
society which had turned very Catholic, i.e.,
universal, if I understand this term most correctly.
Apart from the international connections of
Marie Bonaparte, those of the American ambassador
and rather failed writer William C. Bullit,
without the guaranty of Freud’s family’s settlement
in England, Freud would have been left with
America, where he still had a few truthful and
powerful fortunate patients.
However,
we are still waiting for those susceptible
voters - among whom, how much effort to rationalise
has been spent, a high rate of abstention always
promotes the success of the extreme right wing
- to demonstrate, first of all, that times have
changed indeed, and this on the basis of arguments
and commentaries a little more sustained than
those commonly used, be it from the perspective
of history, history of ideas, of sciences and
techniques, of ideologies, i.e. from the perspective
of structures drawn after those of religions,
since this is the viewpoint, focused on the
(Res)publica that mainly draws our attention
in the present case.
The reader may still find today the text of the Forum opened on the website
y
• Le
temps du non on April 1st, 2002.
He will find and observe there the development
of things, the timorous freeze of the « French
analytical community », a behaviour which,
if one reads Freud correctly, contradicts the
very aim of psychoanalysis ; then the progressive
distance taken by the rare last Lacanians with
whom we still had an overstretched correspondence,
until the position taken by the Société Psychanalytique de Paris, on the eve of the presidential election « againsttotalitarism »
and conveyed to us by a reader, and which we
have judged important enough to have it as widely
spread as the number of our readers and thanks
to modern technology.
M. W.
Taken from the book
about to be published
Freud • L'hystérie, la yA et l'histoire Freud. Hysteria, psychoanalysis, and History
Sganarelle
(to Dom
Giovanni )
«
…Qui n'a point de loi vit en bête brute.»
(Whoever
lives without law lives like a wild beast)
[…]
Perversion,
which comprises denial that leads in its turn
to negationism, and antisemitism share the same
structure. Perversion, negationism and antisemitism,
with their scope of indiscrete behaviours, all
intrude in other people’s lives to expose them
to the public eye and feed on them without ever
eating their fill.
In
the field of analysis, for instance, Freud’s
biographers and other analysis professors, supported
by the lack of culture of the media, have been
more busy to elaborate explanations and interpretations
that could be typically qualified as baseless :
they dealt with Freud, as an individual – with
his daughter Anna also – on the basis of rumours
of antechambers and chamber-pots, rather than
with giving a close attention to what Freud
said, or wrote, in order to confront his theory
with reflexion and practise, in one word, to
try to go somewhat further on that line, and
not see all creation misconsidered and finally
wane, rust, and get waste.
Only
two persons knew something of the individual
man Freud in his private life : his mother
Amalia, and his wife Martha. Neither of them,
not even his daughter Anna, because of the Incest
taboo, has ever evoked, and noone will never
know what Freud has not said. It is none of
our business.
2
History
has different aspects indeed, whether you live
it or you read it.
Ernst Federn
To
quote a few examples among all those that thrive
since the beginning of Psychoanalysis, I wish
to mention the following story, since it belongs
unfortunately to its history while belonging
simultaneously to the history of the hostility
it illustrates. Every analyst, every patient
may testify of this phenomenon, with its variations
of speech and means used.
I
live and work in a building where lives a creature,
who truly believes to be the reincarnation of
Hitler and of everything that goes with it without
any exception, as I will give the reader a short
overview. As if by the miracle of the signifier,
the first letter of the name of the Führer and
the first letter of that Peeping Tom’s name
are different, but can be read exactly the same
if written with the German gothic handwriting
alphabet. He is the individual I evoked before
in my Foreword and who wanted me to give him
a yellow star – a real one – and who shamelessly
boasts about his political vote since 1981.
He
is always on the prowl, he alternatively appears,
peeps, brawls, ejaculates, gesticulates, so
that one could think him to be a clown. In the
meantime, he commits unlawful deeds and if possible,
has them committed by his folks or by someone
of his surroundings. All of them, just like
himself, have not hesitated to follow me wherever
I would go, to trail my patients, be they male
or female, during the week or on holiday, even
on the precise place of our summary-meeting,
in the town-workshops belonging to the City-Hall.
Apart from checking mail-boxes, he also rumbles
trash in the dustbins. Everybody
knows about it in the district, and even more.
After
I had lodged a complaint against him in August
1999, he persisted until the end of November
2002, spying the people coming in and out of
the building thanks to a camera which he has
installed in the porter’s lodging ; he
would burst in, stay in people’s way, and suddenly
disappear before the police would arrive. That
creature does not belong to theatre, his name
is not Arturo Ui, an eponymous plays written
by Brecht in 1941, imported and interpreted
by Jean Vilar 19 years later, in 1960. He is
not a fake ; that individual is a real
human being, that kind exists, that kind speaks,
acts, even votes.
Since
I had vainly tried, for more than a year, to
mention the issue to the building’ committee,
and to my landlord, whose « cousin in law »,
the above-mentioned individual, became the helping
hand, while his sister would actively give a
helping hand, I thus had,
to make another claim in August 1999 on the
basis of the violation of my free exercise of
my trade, as well as for the violation of the
professional secret and intrusion in that professional
secret analysts are obliged to keep, intrusion
into the secret of professional and personal
correspondence, as well as for violation of
privacy in my personal and professional place
of residence, abuses (in front of witnesses),
racist abuses, and use of all means that could
ruin my reputation and prevent the development
of my professional activity and the analysis
of the patients coming to my clinic.
The whole thing has taken place with the support and mandate of all his
kins, together with my landlord who finally
found herself in the middle of that circle,
and who finally decided to evict me, since I
refused to withdraw my complaint despite very
explicit threats.
As
to my apartment, all the inhabitants of the
neighbourhood have their eye on it quite shamelessly,
i.e. quite unrespectfully. Today I receive,
as I have often received, another obscene virus
sent by that web-master. Let me change subject
without any further detail. In the first procedure,
the lawyer I had taken for my defence, who does
not like psychoanalysis, yet does not despise
money, did not take precisely my request into
account, so that the whole thing was in vain,
and the judge concluded after scamping her work
on my file that there was no ground for prosecution.
Yet this was not a trial for money, nor for
bad temperament’s sake, but for ethics, for
a violation, e.g., the violation of the article
12 of the Declaration of Rights of Mankind and
of Citizens of both Sexes, which summarises
in a few words a great part of the obscene behaviour
of that individual and of his kind. This first
procedure did cost me a lot of money for absolutely
no result. To top it all, we had the benefit
to hear on the part of professionals of the
bar such nonsense that was close to abuse, which
proves that stupidity can turn into a threat
when your opponent is powerful. I then decided
to take my heavy file away from my female lawyer
to hand it to a male lawyer, whom I chose so
that he would hear me, and take care of what
belonged to justice, in order to ease me from
that weight in my daily life – which I did keep
under control, that weight being 1 to 2 hours
a day since 4 years and a half. I trusted him
after he declared « That’s my job, not
yours».
Today,
at the end of December 2002, I have sent him
an e-mail : « Thanks, I would not
have done it without you. » One will easily
understand that I will reveal his name only
when I consider it useful and with his agreement.
He is the one who helped me to understand what
I knew, what I said, but what I did not integrate
in my personal plan, i.e. that human baseness
has all the rights. I understood at a glance
why the « stars » and the VIP were
surrounded with bodyguards.
Anti-semitism
was not mentioned at first, in the very beginning.
But once the term was mumbled by a Lacanian
analyst who thus spoke and murmured in the name
of many, as I learnt soon after, I recalled
the book Shoah,
in which Lanzmann quotes that passage from Hilberg,
which I have often suggested to anyone who was
ready to hear it since 1985 :
…What
remains incomprehensible is that I should be
able to understand that individual’s behaviour,
and even cry over his fate, under the false
pretence that I am an analyst ! That individual
is not a poor lad, I intend to keep on calling
him a criminal, a pervert and a monomaniac,
in other words I imply that he knows perfectly
well what he is doing, and only a part of his
mind is affected… in short he corresponds to
the classical definition of cleaving which can
be observed in the case of active perverts.
I stand as a witness, as we do, persuaded
that his misdeeds would not have resisted a
moderately deep examination. That individual
is, among other things, a voyeur, and nobody will contradict me on that point, since eveybody
has seen him on the prowl, even on the doorstep
of schools. That individual is not a poor fellow,
he is a bastard, or in what language should
I say it ? [.]
I restrained myself from elaborating
any form of diagnosis until recently. Each thing
in its own place, and perversion does not have
a place in psychoanalysis, at least under the
form I know. Yet is fact that the law considers
my word against his is frankly disgusting. And
set in balance with that of molested, harassed,
abused, persons, one finds all the misdeeds
of that individual, supported by his kins, be
it material threats to have me expulsed, his
actual openings of my mailbox as it was witnessed
by several persons, his breaking into the apartment
of one of the tenants as he was suspected to
have done by the daughter of the tenant concerned,
and all the other things mentioned in the file
of my complaint. Are procedures made so that
the persons who are reckoned to be publicly
known for their morality – among whom my personal
doctor- to be hindered in their life as much as in their work, and to be suspected
of telling imaginary tales ? At least, this case has permitted
me to know the ways of justice from inside,
but still I find it a little expensive a price
to pay. […] Concerning the pictures we take :
the police knows about it, they are meant to
defend us against the intrusions of that individual,
who was diagnosed by several doctors as potentially
dangerous. Moreover, I have taken picture of
all of them, his family, his kins, his accomplices,
etc, and noone has lodged a complaint against
me, despite their sometimes violent threats.
[…] The actions of that individual have naturally gone worse
since he took voluntarily an early retirement,
to give himself the title of « janitor »,
which he is absolutely not allowed to, in order
to facilitate the fullfillment of his perverse
needs […] I know that the plaintiffs and perhaps
even more the female plaintiffs are unjustly suspected of being "paranoiac".
This is typical in the world of publishers where
you commonly find cases of unknown - and thus
low benefit raising - authors who have to lodge
complaints for plagiarism of manuscripts they
have handed to publishers who have first refused
them before publishing them with a few changes,
with an overall brushing over, a re-styling,
and the name of one of the readers who happens
to be also a writer, one of the favourites of
that publishing house. Still I find most surprising
that the so-called professionals of Justice
are used to speaking a kind of jargon that does
not even belong to their field of specialisation,
without having even asked for a serious preliminary
inquiry. What a strange process to find all
the psychological failures on the plaintiff's
side and to give weight only and systematically
to the delinquent's "word" (!) ...
As for me, noone has ever come to ask me or
to pay me to "understand", and hence
"excuse" the bastard attitude that
threatens all of us presently, on the opposite,
I pay dearly to have it denounced and condemned,
while getting a rather disappointing result
until now.
If you think that I have to be in the courtroom on Thursday, I will come,
as I refuse to have this individual qualified
of "persecuted individual" as he was
called during the first procedure, since he
does not suffer any persecution complex, I should
have known, as some other psychiatrist who often
pay me a visit would have known. the fact that
he pretends to be persecuted or claims to be
so belongs to an entirely different phenomenon.
Yet you know that I would rather not listen
to that type of discussions since I have lost
so much time for such a long time for absolutely
no result - and my time is not money, it is
gold ! As for now I do wish you a good trial,
that is all I can do with all my heart and solidarity...
Here
lived and worked from 1976 to 2003
«
M. W. • yAnalyst, who
was expulsed for the second time from
a Parisian flat »
Here it starts again. In fact,
it never stopped. the first time was during
the war, when the French police came to fetch
me, as I was still a baby, living with Jeanne
and Paulo Zakin, who were hiding me in Gasnier-Guy
Street, which has be disfigured since then,
in the XXth district of Paris, in that building
where "crips" were invented.
The janitor had denounced
me, as well as a Jewish Polish mother with a
baby , who were, as for them, sent to Auschwitz
and never came back.
Paulo was at his job – Jeanne was Belgian and her family name was not
Zakin on her identity card since Paulo and her
were not married, and thus she refused to let
the police enter their small apartment, and
until they came back with a mandate to arrest
her, she had had time to take me and flee by
trains that would stop for hours in the middle
of fields or in sorting railway-stations in
the middle of the country-side. The journey
took several days.
Further in my book, I tell the whole story as an intercession, giving
the names of the various characters, of the
places, of Dole, in the Jura of its surroundings
and Justice Hall, Dole where I lived during
the German occupation of France.
Thus, concerning the present case, since the end of 1998,
I was very little helped by my contemporaries.
It may result from the idea I have about « sublimation ».
I have nothing to offer but my work, which also
consists in having psychoanalysis recognised,
as a discipline independent from any other,
as a profession per se. the analyst should not
be labelled as « doctor », « psychiatrist »,
« psychologist », « professor »,
« philosopher », « historian »,
psychotherapist, « therapist », « mathematician »,
« financial counsellor »…bearing an
additional complementary qualifying « and
psychoanalyst » Let the analyst be only
a psychoanalyst, and nothing more, nothing else,
everyone with his own style.
In the present case, which I had to bring before the public eye since
it deals with ethics, the police, the judicial
system, the public services, various administrations
and a few politicians, and before all those
I do apologise not to mention, and to start
with, all the patients doing an analysis, we
face a small republic taking psychoanalysis
as a fact, with its own right to exist. Yet
all the various branches of the medical trade
refuse to recognize it, led by the psychiatrists
themselves, including those who call themselves
psychoanalysts, who oppose any recognition of
psychoanalysis as an independent field, obstinately
and childishly, thus imitating the Americans
they snobbishly claim to loath.
All of those are quite an important lot, which
is not new. Thus, thanks to them, psychoanalysis
looks like the whore of psychiatry, a development
which Freud feared already in Totem
and Taboo, until the whore, eventually too
costly, be recycled as a better investment according
to Freud, as a servant. Two figures may sometimes
coexist and mingle. Yet, according to Freud,
some,
...parallelisms established
with the symbolic of the dream, so that you
may bear in mind what is specific about psychoanalysis,
what characterises it, which is that its topic
is Common Good, which cannot be said about psychology
not psychiatry.
Introduction...*
* its topic ; i.e., according to Perrier ,
the unconscious.
Freud’s words
are even more extreme when he writes to Paul
Federn,
Freud
to Paul Federn, vice-president of the psychoanalytical
society of Vienna in charge of the questions
concerning the practise of psychoanalysis.
Vienna,
Berggasse 19
27.III.1926
Prof. Dr. Freud
Dear Doctor,
Thank you so much for the particular report
you made concerning the debate on the issue
of Laienanalyse within the Psychoanalytical Society. It still does not
affect my view on that matter. I do not consider
it compulsory for the members to join my point
of view, but whether from a private or a public
perspective, I will keep defending that view
without any amendment even if I have to do it
in front of a jury, and even if I remain the
last one to do so. Indeed, some of you are still
standing by my side. I do not mean to make a
big fuss about the others’ opposing stance as
long as I can avoid to do so. Should this affair
take more important proportions, I would then
eventually take this opportunity to give my
leave and quit my present position of president
of the Psychoanalytical Society, without any
consequences involved for our relationship.
The fight for Laienanalyse
must one way or another be completely cleansed.
The best for that matter is to do it without
any delay. I will oppose any integration of
psychoanalysis by the medical institution as
long as I live. Please consider that there is
no stable ground for keeping what I declare
a secret in regards to the members of the Society.
Friendly Yours
Freud
I found the closest definition
of Laienanalyse,
i.e. an analysis made by non-doctors, in the
Webster dictionary, under the entry « lay »,
One not belonging to some particular
profession or not expert in some branch of knowledge
or art.
One should complete that definition
as following,
« …One not belonging to some
particular profession or not expert in some
branch of knowledge or art existing until then,
which means in the present case until Freud,
as he was leaving aside hypnosis in 1896, gave
it the precise name of psychoanalysis. »
The
analyst can thus be qualified with the term
« lay », a non-expert, in all the
various fields which are not psychoanalysis,
while the expert of the other fields are in
their turn « lay » for the analyst.
Hence there may be only one psychoanalysis,
which is Freud’s method, as there can only be
one libido. This is the only firm basis upon
which one may proceed psychologically safely
and soundly to forward psychoanalysis.
The least I could say is
that I have not succeeded to draw crowds of
friendly people towards me. On the other hand,
and I am not unveiling here any secret, I know
that some of them, among whom some were quite
close to me, have tried to tread upon me, in
particular after Dolto’s death in August 1988,
followed by Perrier’s in August 1990, as if
I constituted a threat of any kind ! Jewish
and non-Jewish colleagues, ex-concentration
camp internees, in particular women, children
of ex-internees among which there is no bond
of solidarity associated with history, and others,
rightists, leftists…
Yet the true lack of solidarity can be found
in any person, as in any family. The « Lacanian
community » is a sect, the structure of
which, composed of cloned sub-sects, is established
and functions like a religion. It is well-oiled,
well partitioned, and taught in such a way that
the disciples cannot think or speak about it
freely. Then, indeed, such an ancestral phenomenon
may be threatened by speech, by the fact that
I may express what I think. Hence the expression
coined by Anne-Lise Stern ,
who was not always benevolent towards me, to say the least, and who qualifies
me with the terms of « Truth Bomb ».
One cannot anything against truth. The subject will not perversely, and
with masochism implement self-censorship as
was the custom with Stalinian type of auto-criticism
or with other forms. This would lead to appear
to one’s own self as somebody else, somebody
else’s else, which would be a behavior leading
to madness, since there the subject would be left with no representation
of himself. The land of Lacania is peopled with
robots just turning over — yet at least they
are still alive ; no friendly circle may
be built there, everybody like in a family (not
all of them though) may verify it. the « Truth
bomb », if I may use the expression in
my turn, is made of not only what I say about
what I think, but also of writing, so that it
is kept in the archives of the history of psychoanalysis.
This is precisely the reason y
•Le temps
du non publishes its authors by itself,
since no publisher would take their writings :
what they have been saying for 35 years is not
up-to-date.
Hence the following, the result of my approach, which took five years
to develop.
[...]
The letter and the essay were also sent to the
Home Office, as well as to the Anti-Defamation
League in New York, to which I have belonged
as a « paying member » for quite a
long time, and I received their answer within
a very short notice, and first and foremost,
I had the document immediately and integrally
published by the inter-media press-agency Alliance-Hosting...
and finally I had it forwarded to wherever was
needed …
I was asked « Why the Hague ? »
and the question deserves to be asked. I had
not thought about it. It is quite simple, really.
I had asked a trustable person to find me the
address of the Human Rights League on the web.
I was given those of the Hague Court of Justice,
so I turned to the Hague. Thinking it over,
I estimated that it saved me alerting the specialised
institutions, which tend to be more or less
influenced by ideological, political or religious
trends … since the Human Rights depend really
and saymbolically on international law.
As mentioned I chose to proceed thus as a witness
of my time, which contributes in its own way
to give material to the archives of antisemitism.
Secondly, I must say that I never act without
- counsel of my lawyer.
3
I was at Dolto’s home on the day she passed
away. Her guardian angel, Colette Percheminier,
was there too, obviously, since Dolto was constantly
connected to two 1 meter high oxygen bottles,
which means about thirty of them per 24 hours.
I think I must have been the last analyst to
speak with Dolto. I mentioned this small fact
to the historian of French psychoanalysis (who
is herself a psychoanalyst) as well as to a
few other persons. It seems that what Dolto
said on the last day of her life did not raise
much interest. Yet the reasons for her leaving
the SPP (society of psychoanalysis ) — even
before Lacan — should be left aside from the
history of psychoanalysis. She could not bear
being labelled with the term of « communist »,
which showed a great lack of knowledge of both
Dolto and of the ethics of psychoanalysis.
Françoise Dolto had left me a message, her last one, on my answering machine,
which I interrogated long distance from my holiday
site in the Côtes d'Armor. I thus called her
immediately, and we agreed on a meeting. I arrived
in Paris on August 25th 1988 in the morning,
and I came, with the childhood symbolic present
I finally thought of giving, at the age of 47,
an hollowed out ocre stone, changing with the
light, which I had found in the Sillon de Talbert,
and which she had described as looking much
like « a Persian manuscript ». On
my return to Little Brittany, on the very day
and at the very minute I came off, the person
who had come to fetch me at the station Saint
Brieuc announced me that the news that Dolto
had passed away had just broke out on her way
to the station. Part of the people visiting
Saint Quay-Portrieux in August were waiting
for me to pay their respect to Françoise Dolto.
On February 21st 2002, I received a short letter
from Colette Percheminier which touched me deeply,
since she wrote that Françoise « even on
the threshold of death, was worried about me »,
something I had never known.
In 1979, Dolto wrote the foreword of the book we had completed on the
basis of a part-time work, a book which appears
in the catalogue of quite a number of libraries
and which is often read and rarely quoted ; we had quite necessarily
had to work part-time on it since she had to
spend multiple stays in a hospital of the Paris
district to keep her health steady.
In that foreword, she introduces me as a musician and as a psychoanalyst,
and one should read those words the other way
round, since
even if I paid for my analysis, for my studies,
and for my existence, with my work as an artist,
music was only a financial support. We had been
trying for several years already, and among
other things, to make life bearable, if not
speakable, to some autistic children and their
parents.
Until 1974, Fernand Deligny would take in his institution the children
we would send him for a short or a long stay,
and on a more or less repeated basis. We stopped
to do so in the beginning of April 1974, just
when Pompidou died, as well as we stopped to
go occasionally in the Cévennes, since we had
estimated that the safety conditions of children
who could not express themselves orally were
not satisfactorily met.
I knew Deligny rather well, since I had had a written correspondence with
him, which I still have kept somewhere, but
I could never forget the sub-xenophobic or anti-psychoanalysis
declarations he made (which in the present case
is equivalent) in a letter he sent to Louis
Le Guillant in 1950, which I quote here, and
which he never denied to have mentioned
[...]
And concerning all those who play with a veil
of mystery, the quacks and the gypsies of psycho-pathology,
the complexes’ spell-binders, the victors of
the Unconscious, and those who read into the
past to forecast the future, together with those
rainbow-colored diagnosis-dealers, the congenital
taints-revealers, and the sphinxes who get so
many nice bank-notes a visit, all of them will
be surprised that Reason should watch their
parade, while it was so pleasant to exploit
the good people’ credulous anxiety in her absence
[...]
*
I translated as « rainbow-colored »
what seemed to be a significant spelling mistake,
« irrisés » for « irisés
I added commas, so that one
should not take this style for Louis-Ferdinand
Céline’s. Let us recall, as those who lived
with Deligny or were close to him will confirm,
that for him, Unconscious did not exist, first
and foremost not through its royal way, i.e.
the dream. Deligny would claim he did not dream.
[…]
M. W.
January 2003
She was probably worried the same way for
Sophie Morgenstern in 1940.
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