[..] a text is possessed of an unconscious, and that it will reveal itself, in all its anxieties and neuroses and pathologies and denials and phantasms, if you ana- lyze it – read it – carefully enough.

Back now to Benoît Peeters’ Derrida, though I am struggling to think of Derrida as Jackie. I return often to read the text of Derrida’s last interview, which I find very moving.