I see the theology of he Historians, which I said was wretched, as indirect, vicious subordination of the ephermal to the permanent. Octave’s relation to Roberte, in Klossowski’s work, would belong to this subordination (LE, 36)
In ‘The Theologians’, Borgès imagines two heresies by non-repitition: one is the act of certain sects called Histrions … (LE 35).
My examples are of suffering; they could have been of elation. There are labyrinths of joy, the latter no less mad than suffering, very close to it. Around the armchaim from the Marriage of Figaro, Beaumarchais traces some dazzling mazes, where pieces of bodies expelled from their shelters flee and get lost, by by laughing. Joy is constructive, concentratory; it is an elevation around a supremee addressee, but incredulous and insolent joy is the laughter of metamorphoses that awaits no-one’s recognition and enjoys only its ductility. It is a horizontal laught, without assent (LE 39).
(LE = Libidinal Economy)