It is a way of approaching the world in all its hermetic glory. It is a character describing another character’s writing. In Julia Kristeva’s The Samurai, Olga is describing a commentary she wrote about Sinteuil’s novel, Exodus.
Sinteuil saw a letter as a plastic image; a syllable as a symphony, and meaning as a torrent of sexual, political, and moral allusions.
My punctuation may be off. There may be more semicolons in there. Or less.
Overdetermined name, Exodus, for that which permits one to exit. Or rather entry into building, into a world of promise where holding a part is a passport to more. always on the way from “from” to “to”. Undetermined.
And so for day 247