She Who Can’t Stop Talking

enough to let his reading interferenwith his writing." Maybe that is whynArtaud so fascinates her; he is "relevantnand understandable as long as onenmainly refers to his ideas without readingnmuch of his work."nAnother rhetorical abuse characterizesnher prose: the grandiose commentnon the relatively minor figure, the commentndefying debate since it is . . .