Formations of the Unconscious av Jacques Lacan

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When I decided to explore the question of <i>Witz</i>, or wit, with you this year, I undertook a small enquiry. It will come as no surprise at all that I began by questioning a poet. This is a poet who introduces the dimension of an especially playful wit that runs through his work, as much in his prose as in more poetic forms, and which he brings into play even when he happens to be talking about mathematics, for he is also a mathematician. I am referring to Raymond Queneau. While we were exchanging our first remarks on the matter he told me a joke. It¿s a joke about exams, about the university entrance exams, if you like. <br/><br/>We have a candidate and we have an examiner. <br/><br/> ¿ ¿Tell me¿, says the examiner, ¿about the battle of Marengo.¿<br/><br/> The candidate pauses for a moment, with a dreamy air. ¿The battle of Marengo...? Bodies everywhere! It¿s terrible... Wounded everywhere! It¿s horrible...¿<br/><br/> ¿But¿, says the examiner, ¿Can¿t you tell me anything mo