I don't think I'm ever going to be completely happy with anything I write. There is always the question of how it might have been written differently. I’ve often wondered if any writer has ever committed themselves to only writing one text over and over—or maybe that's what we do anyway.
In Hannah Arendt’s essay for Martin Heidegger’s 80th birthday, she …
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