Let us suppose that everyone has his private madness. Knowledge without truth would be the labour or the attention of an intense singualrity analogous to this “private” madness – for everything private is madness to the extent at least that we seek, though it, to communicate.
Maurice Blanchot – The Writing of the Disaster
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