THE FACT OF BEING THE SAME AS ONESELF
The fact of being the same as oneself
Among the members of the Freudian School of Paris, someone who had survived the camps had, in the corridor one day, the generosity of interpreting for me the pathological nature of my attachment to Lacan, transferred, she said, from a personal problem.
Anne-Lise was quite right and also perfectly wrong.
Concealing one’s identity in order to survive—that was during the war— certainly leaves one in the end with the sense of having crumbled into a heap of ashes through the weight of an irreparable mistake, in regard to one’s lineage, betrayed as in regard to one’s milieu, unfaithful.
Anne-Lise was right: I had retained an intolerance for betrayal and deception which could turn me nasty.
But the attachment to Lacan arose from another order, although it was still exposed to a dilemma: submission or collaboration? Lacan could easily tell you—that was normal—that you were acting through submission, or, moreover, and he believed it for a while at the time I was working with Miller, in one’s own interests. Unfortunately it took his illness and the constrained limits of his means for him to realise that it was not exactly the case: neither submission nor collaboration but something taken up on my own behalf, and that of those who wanted to associate themselves with the capital importance of what he had brought, among other things of the cleaning up of the 1 of identification for the 0 of the signifier.
No assent was necessary, no benediction nor delegation, nothing else but the wish to pursue and to go and see, that was sufficient and continues to forgo any need for acquiescence or refusal. If one unites with this wish, so much the better, otherwise why would it change?
16 January 2019
Traduction faite par Michael Platow