Somewhere along the same hallway, amidst a flow of people, a door open and out comes DERRIDA, blinking a little as if adjusting from darkness to light, and getting his bearing. He hardly has a beat to adjust before a young woman, one of three walking to together, collides with him gently as she passes, and scowls with displeasure and annoyance as she does. As the trio of women walk on she continues to express her disapproval of his rudeness. Meanwhile he, as is oblivious to them, is lost is a pure gentle appreciation of the tableau in front of him.
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