W. recalls Deleuze’s legendary seminars. Anyone could come to them! You could just wander off the streets. People did! Deleuze would speak for hours, lost in the cloud of cigarette smoke. When the hubbub from the audience became too much, he’d pause to take questions from the floor – mad questions, vagrants’ questions … Or he would simply pause, his tender eyes surveying his audience, half-amusedly, half-lovingly. And then he would begin again, as though he hadn’t been interrupted.
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