| The dissimulation of the woven texture can at any case
take centuries to undo its web: a web that
envelops a web, undoing the web for centuries; reconstituting it too as
an organism, indefinitely regenerating its
own tissue behind the cutting trace, the decision of each reading. There
is always a surprise in store for the anatomy or physiology of any criticism
that think it had mastered the game, surveyed all the threads at once,
deluding itself, too, in wanting to look at the text without touching
it, without laying a hand on the "object,"
without risking—which
is the only chance of getting into the game, by getting a few fingers
caught—the addition of some new thread. |