Fare Well My Loves, Derrida, &c, Cixous. Part II

The only limit in this is the restricting way wou meet those DeathGifts/GiftDeaths; wou make those lips and teeth, by refusal, denegation, suppression, fear, closed teeth—but there too, in the closed closing teeth, there are those grammas where Nothing slips in. Spacing is surely just as much in the very gramming as in the betweens of grammas—as it is between spacing-gramma and spacing-blanks. Traces are the most fragile things, by dreams awakened dreams.