December 12, 2023:
Nanterre. The Red University.
The faculty didn't know this, of course.
Yet, one almost certainly did. French, a philosopher, expert in Spinoza, very probably himself an undergraduate in Paris in 1968.
I barely knew him. He was unwell, and left in my first year after teaching a single class on autobiography. For the me of nowadays, he would have been my resource, if only he had lived.