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I'd like to hear Jacques Derrida deliver a long lecture for which the required reading is this passage in Bill Clinton's autobiography, My Life (New York: Knopf, 2004). Preferably the lecture would not refer to the passage even one time.

I had one more year of life and schooling in Hope. I went to first grade at Brookwood School; my teacher was Miss Mary Wilson. Although she had only one arm, she didn't believe in sparing the rod, or, in her case, the paddle, into which she had bored holes to cut down on the wind resistance. On more than one occasion I was the recipient of her concern [20].