Impromptu at Vincennes

Abstract

Jacques Lacan: (a dog passing by the platform on which he is standing) I shall speak of my muse, who is of that sort. She is the only person I know who knows what she is speaking--I don't say: what she is sayingfor it is not that she doesn't say anything: she doesn't say it in words. She says something when she is anxious it happens she places her head on my knees. She knows that I am going to die, a fact which a certain number of individuals know also. Her name is Justine .