The madman's voyage is at once a rigorous division and
an absolute Passage...He is put in the interior of the exterior, and inversely...Confined
on the ship, from which there is no
escape, the madman is delivered to the river
with its thousand arms, the sea with its thousand roads, to that great
uncertainty external to everything. He is a prisoner
in the midst of what is the freest, the openest of routes: bound fast
at the infinite crossroads. He is the Passenger par excellence:
that is, the prisoner of the passage. |