We have a lot to take in. The Student Union bar, that's where we'll stay to muse on it all. In the bar, ordering a beer, then a whiskey, then a beer, then a whiskey, then chips, then a beer, then a whiskey, then another beer and another whiskey, then more chips, and so on …
The Student Union bar. This is where he used to drink when he was a student, when he started to drink W. says. This is where they drank, the philosophy postgraduates. This is where they spoke, and of great things! he still remembers their conversations, he says. They still reverberate in him. And he remembers their guest speakers, and in particular Castoriadis, who played the piano!
Cornelius Castoriadis … the very name makes W. tremble. He stayed up drinking with them all night, the postgraduates. And smoking! Castoriadis smoked like a chimney. And he played the piano, and sang! What a fine voice he had, Castoriadis! And how encouraging he was of others to join in!
The European piano-player isn't a selfish piano player, W. says. He's at the heart of things, jollying things up, but it's never about him. And now he imagines Castoriadis at the heart of Socialism and Barbarism, jollying things up … Now he imagines a revolution with Castoriadis at its heart, jollying up the revolution.
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