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[...] We might call it a proffering, which has no scientific place: I-love-you belongs neither in the realm of linguistics nor in that of semiology. Its occasion (the point of departure for speaking it) would be, rather, Music. [...]

I repeat it exclusive of any pertinence; it comes out of the language, it divagates—where?

I intone, within myself, the exalted hallucination of closure; a vainglory of abnegation seizes me (renouncing love but not friendship, etc.),

And in the center of this little society, at once an ethnological village and a boulevard comedy, parental structure and comic imbroglio

The image is peremptory,