The Time Before Us
The “true past”, indeed, is not a “scrapbook,” let alone a “scrapyard,” but a most precious possession; it is not something dead and useless, but a treasure of references that nourish the present and help prepare for future events. […] The present is not arrested time any more, but the locus of a passage.
The image as to be expected breaks down — quotation as scrap — part of a quilt …
But examined carefully the negation is not aimed at scraps per se but at books and yards where the treasure is hoarded in the form of scraps and avoids the scrappy presentness of passages.
And so for day 2936