Derrida queried De Man, “My papers, somebody has been altering my papers, jotting notes in my handwriting, I found a full journal, sixty or seventy pages, falsified my events and thoughts and stuffed between some notebooks in my desk, a false journal, and whoever did it, they pulled hair from my head to drop in the spine to verify it by DNA or something. And then today, this letter comes to my fucking lawyers, changing my will all around, it says I’m leaving the city, why would I leave the city? I love people! I love the city! Why would I write that? I really don’t know what’s going on, Paul, I think somebody is trying to set me up.”
The Knight Who Sings, Jack Butler Yeats.
Ernest Trova’s Study for Falling Man