roubaud on memory

101. (2) Each fragment of memory that I’ll extirpate from time…(at) once will evaporate…
 
Once set down on paper, each fragment of memory (that is, a sequence of recollections put together like a textbook exercise or an elucidation for my book (a moralized prose recollection) becomes, in fact, inaccessible to me. This probably doesn’t mean that the record of memory, located under my skull, in the neurons, has disappeared, but everything happens as is a transference had occurred, something in the nature of a translation, with the result that ever since, the words composing the black lines of my transcriptions interpose themselves between the record of memory and myself, and in the long run completely supplant it.
 
Jacques Roubaud, The Great Fire of London
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