Derrida, Dissemination (Plato’s Pharmacy p. 168).
Perhaps it is like the fullest of full moons, i.e., a total eclipse thereof…repeated over and over.
"By the time you get started, you’re already through
Just a matter of time till it shows
Like keeping a secret everyone knows
Over and Over
…You lost your color when you painted the town
You headed for the lobby, but you never came down
Is it any wonder?”
…a pleasant, friendly, sociable herd; pious and happy, merry and full of unconscious coarseness and innocent indecencies. What they regarded as the merry tale went the continual round and caused no more embarrassment than it would have caused in the best English society twelve centuries later. Practical jokes worthy of the English wits of the first quarter of the far off nineteenth century were sprung here and there and yonder along the line, and compelled the delightedest applause; and sometimes when a bright remark was made at one end of the procession and started on its travels toward the other, you could note its progress off from its bows as it plowed along; and also by the blushes of the mules in its wake."