The New York Times Puts Its Beret over Its Heart for Jacques

[F]or Derrida, things can never be what they say. Any attmept to explain or reason or demonstrate or communicate already contains the seeds of its undoing; any statement must conjure up its opposite. Pay close attention and it becomes clear how much energy is being expended on pretending to make clear what really cannot be. Look even more closely and there is always a small point in text--paradox, an unexplained word, a knotty phrase &mdash that when properly probed can undermine the pretense, pull aside the curtain of ideology and show what indeterminacy and uncertainty lie beneath the surface.

That's why I loved him. Damn it! I promised myself I wouldn't cry.