Deconstruction: The Cluster Around Mr. Levi-Strauss

ACROSS THE EMPTY SEATS in the auditorium, and many rows away from Derrida, in an other clear area in the aisle by the door is a cluster of a a dozen or more people, men and women of various ages. In the middle is someone they want to see, touch, hear, and talk to. They are like pigeons around someone feeding them popcorn.

Inside the middle of the cluster, we are CLOSE UP with the man speaking, hemmed in by those in the inner ring of the cluster. He is middle-aged, wearing thick glasses. He is dressed slightly on the formal side among the people there, but in a comfortable way that suggests this is  how he always dresses. He is comfortable being the pole of attention at the moment.

He is speaking English with a thick but pleasant French-accented, each syllable having a solid gravity of purpose and meaning:

"One sees that among the tribes of the Pacific Northwest, there is a variation in the versions of the stories, along certain criteria, and thus we say the myth itself is not one particular version---for how can it be?--but is the matrix of variations of the myth."*

At the end of the sentence, the merest break in his stride of speech, several people try to get his attention...

"MR. LEVI-STRAUSS!, MR. LEVI-STRAUSS!, "

(Throughout, his name will be pronounced LEH-vee STROASE by some, including all the French characters and some of the others, and LEH-vee STRAUSS by some Anglophones and maybe others, and elsewise by certain other characters as may be appropriate for the story)