Derrida learns of the way to the saving power.
The previous summer, there had been a décade [ten day conference] at the
chateau of Cerisy-la-Salle devoted to Heidegger, who also attended.
This crucial encounter was still being talked about. At a reception
at the home of Mme Heurgon, the proprietor of Cerisy, a recording
of some of the high points of the décade was played. This was a
moment that Derrida would never forget:
I was a student at the École Normale and I heard Heidegger’s
voice for the fi rst time in a salon of the 16th arrondissement.
I can remember one sequence in particular: we were
all in the salon, we were all listening to that voice. [. . .] I
especially remember the bit just after Heidegger’s talk: the
questions raised by [Gabriel] Marcel and [Lucien] Goldmann.
One of them put the following objection, in so many words, to
Heidegger: ‘But don’t you think that this method of reading or
this way of reading or questioning is dangerous?’ A methodological,
epistemological question. And I can still hear – after
the ensuing silence – Heidegger’s reply: ‘Ja! It is dangerous.’