I Am Unpacking My Library. Yes I

Language Has Unmistakably Made Plain That Memory Is Not An Instrument For Exploring The Past But Its Theater. It Is The Medium Of Past Experience, Just As The Earth Is The Medium In Which Dead Cities Lie Buried.

In The Fields With Which We Are Concerned, Knowledge Comes Only In Flashes. The Text Is The Thunder Rolling Long Afterward.

The Concept Of Progress Must Be Grounded In The Idea Of Catastrophe. That Things Are 'status Quo' Is The Catastrophe

It Is In A Small Village In The Pyrenees Where No One Knows Me 7that My Life Will Come To A Close.... There Is Not Enough Time Remaining For Me To Write All The Letters I Would Like To Write.

In Every Case The Storyteller Is A Man Who Has Counsel For His Readers.