5 Mar 2003
Let me explain. In 1968 I was resident Professeur de Philisophie at the University. I had left my quite jungle abode in Ecuador to take up the post as I had reached the point in my correspondence with one of Mata Hari’s illegitimate daughters that immediate physical exploration was necessary. That being so I had accepted the post and moved my belongings to an old chapel in the Montemarte district. I had been there a few brief weeks when the lectures that I had been giving in Free Thought and Seizure of the Moment (or Carpeing of the Diem) had helped to trigger the unstoppable wave of youth resistance against the particularly austere French government of the day. Yes, that is right. The riots were all my fault. I stand unabashed against the historical backdrop of the era and wave my flag proudly. Such insurgence was inevitable amongst the hot-blooded young children of De Gaulle. I simply hastened the tsunami.