I am slowly gleaning over my copy of Derrida's Donner la Mort; I haven't read it since he died and the fact of his death makes the book ring in a different way -- like a slow and deep church bell wobbling along stone walls, over stone streets and disseminating over an open empty courtyard.

What an incredible gloss on Fear and Trembling:

“The knight of faith must not hesitate. He accepts his responsibility by heading off towards the absolute request of the other, beyond knowledge. He decides, but his absolute decision is neither guided nor controlled by knowledge. . . . It structurally breaches knowledge and is thus destined to nonmanifestation; a decision is, in the end, always secret.”

It’s a shame to have to break it into propositions for the sake of a class presentation.