Truth Is Undoubtedly The Sort Of Error

If Those Arrangements [the Fundamental Arrangements Of Knowledge] Were To Disappear As They Appeared... Then One Can Certainly Wager That Man Would Be Erased, Like A Face Drawn In Sand At The Edge Of The Sea.

It Is Meaningless To Speak In The Name Of - Or Against - Reason, Truth, Or Knowledge.

Nature, Keeping Only Useless Secrets, Had Placed Within Reach And In Sight Of Human Beings The Things It Was Necessary For Them To Know.

During The Years 1945-1965 (i Am Referring To Europe), There Was A Certain Way Of Thinking Correctly, A Certain Style Of Politicaldiscourse, A Certain Ethics Of The Intellectual. One Had To Be On Familiar Terms With Marx, Not Let One's Dreams Stray Too Far From Freud.... These Were Therequirements That Made The Strange Occupation Of Writing And Speaking A Measure Of Truth About Oneself And One's Time Acceptable.

The Intellectual Was Rejected And Persecuted At The Precise Moment When The Facts Became Incontrovertible, When It Was Forbidden To Say That The Emperor Had No Clothes.