A feeling of perhaps still having 'friends' but no longer any 'comrades' (= fellow workers or, at the very least, comrades who give you encouragement with the idea that they are working too). In this respect, a terrible gap left by Giacometti. Perhaps because with Bataille gone, he was the last. Limbour and Queneau are certainly friends, and friends whom I admire, but it isn't the same thing: the fact that they are working merely gives me the great pleasure – or the great expectation of pleasure – of reading something by them.

Leiris, Journals, 22nd August, 1966