Vive la Différance

To mark Jacques’ birthday, whenever that is…

The thick postman left in my lodge a letter he should have delivered to Mrs Derrida next door. I popped round with it, bade her a courteous good morning and observed how difficult it was to credit that a man who had been delivering letters to us for almost thirty years, could make such an error.

“One must remember,” she said in a more tolerant and understanding tone than I had used, as she handed me tea and freshly baked scones, “that any externalisation of signifiers, whether through writing or archi-writing, necessarily engenders equivocation owing to the transpondence of sense-modifying trace representations ever present in the psycho-dynamic sublimation of proto-ethical constructs in which true-false copostulates promote, both inter- and intra-schema, nmetic hypermodalities rendering the scriptable lisible, without which enzetic dimorphisms of a non-structured cogendered dissociation both constrain and facilitate cognate transients traced and counter traced within and without intrinsic sense multipliers, the corollaries to which are necessarily anti-copostive in their juxtaposition with biquadratic forms of neologic interpolation, overforming verbal imbalance while mutating codified sense memes uninherent in expostulative bracketing of conjunctive assertions of identity not augmented in anthropological graphemics, notwithstanding the tagmemic tendency to semiotic fulfilment of undersensed constructs of meaning.”

“Absolutely. These scones are delicious,” I said.