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I refuse to recognize the division of our image, the other’s alterity.

Eryximachus notes with some irony that he has read somewhere a panegyric of salt, but nothing on Eros

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