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or something like that--

And, you know, we then had the boxes

still in our reading room.

We were in a kind of

different situation there.

And he, uh, he treated it

like it was...

you know, his little child.

And, I remember the manuscript,

it was pushed out...

and he looked at it,

kind of touched the box.

You know, kind of sorry

to see it go...

or be in another domicile

or whatever.

[ Woman ]

The question of the archive...

is not a question of the past.

It is not the question of a concept

dealing with the past...

that might already

be at our disposal.

An archivable concept

of the archive.

It is a question

of the future...

the question

of the future itself...

the question of a response,

of a promise...

and of a responsibility

for tomorrow.

The archive. If we want to know

what that will have meant...

we will only know

in times to come.

Not tomorrow,

but in times to come.

Later on,

or perhaps never.

[ Woman, In French ]

[ In French ]

[ In English ]

[ In French ]

If you want a quick answer, you don't

want a justification of the answer.

[ In French ]

[ Woman ]

[ Falling Silent ]

[ In French ]

When you will be editing

all that, you will keep...

exactly what you think

has to be kept, okay?

It will be your signature, and your

autobiography in a certain way.

[ Woman ]

How can another see into me...

into my most secret Self...

without my being able

to see in there myself?.

And without my being able

to see him in me.

And if my secret Self...

that which can be revealed

only to the Other...

to the Holy Other--

to God if you wish--

is a secret that

I will never reflect on...

that I will never know, or experience

or possess as my own...

then what sense is there

in saying that it is my secret?

Or in saying, more generally,

that a secret belongs,:

that it is proper to,

or belongs to someone...

or to some Other

who remains someone.

It's perhaps there that

we find the secret of secrecy.

Namely, that it is not

a matter ofknowing...

and that it is there

for no one.

A secret doesn't ''belong. '"

It can never be said

to be ''at home, '"

or in its place.

The question of the Self,

''Who am I?''--

not in the sense of

''Who am I?'...

but rather, ''Who is this 'I'

that can say, 'Who'?

''What is the 'I'and what

becomes of responsibility...

once the identity of the 'I'

trembles in secret?'"

[ Woman ] You asked me

the other day if I regretted...

having undertaken this project,

and I was wondering...

if that was a projection--

if you've regretted it?

No, so far. Perhaps, one day

I will regret it.

So far, no.

I don't know.

- Have you ever been

in psychoanalysis yourself?.

- No.

- Would you ever consider it?

- No.

- I absolutely exclude it.

- [ Laughing ]

Could you characterize any

traumatic breaks in your own life?

Uh--

There has been, yes.

Yeah.

[ Laughing ]

[ Giggling ]

Thank you.

No, again, I won't be able to--

No.

No. Um-- No.

No.

[ Traffic, Horns Honking ]

[ Church Bell Ringing ]

[ Woman ] We will wonder

what he may have kept...

ofhis unconditional

right to secrecy...

while at the same time,

burning with the desire to know...

to make known,

and to archive...

the very things

he concealed forever.

What did he conceal, even beyond

the intention to conceal?

Beyond the intention to lie

or to perjure.

We will always wonder what--

sharing with compassion

in this archive fever--

what may have burned

ofhis secret passions...

ofhis correspondences

or ofhis life.

Burned without him,

without remains...

and without knowledge.

Without the least symptom...

and without even an ash.

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