here was no room for two”, these words that had resounded also made “the bell of enjoyment resonate” [1] Dupont November . They designated that which never ceased to iterate, that which of the letter of enjoyment, the remains, continues to write itself. But of this “remainder”, ineliminable, the symptom reduced to its real root does not cross itself. I can now make use of it.
I have become visible and can get involved in the School in a different way by taking
The sequence of the film that I had mentioned to the smugglers, the horseman with his arms crossed who exposes himself to the bullets is a kind of Christ going to his death. “I give my life for you.” It is a painting. “I show you my death that you wish.” I enjoy and love us in the perfection of my heroic death. “A child is being killed.” In doing so I am an imaginary phallus. I complete the worried look of my mother that I assured myself of all the more as I suffered. Miserable and puny to worry the Other. She only had eyes for me.
I will not forget that Dupont November cinema is off-screen
The third dream, a dream of transcendence, lighten me. My position, analytical as in life, keeps the trace of fantasy remains, of a mobile database position order to “Take and eat some, all of you”, again! At the end of the summer, returning from the mountains.
Idream that we were, my mother and I, balanc between two rocks above the void. I shout at her to help me, since it was she who had put me in this chinese foreign minister wang bad situation. She fell.
I look down, and I saw her body lodg, head to tail with that of my father who had already fallen, in the fetal position of the twins they had lost in their accident. Seeing this scene.
Allow the fall of the superego
of the super-half – my mother, partner of my enjoyment.
I found myself reliev of a sacrificial pleasure in wanting to give everything for the cause , that of psychoanalysis as well. But, proof be numbers that the superego is the driving force of desire. Instead of wanting to speak for the cause. It was nothing to say that came to close my mouth on itself, in a final mutation of oral pleasure.