The centre

A book, even a fragmentary one, has a centre which attracts it. This centre is not fixed, but is displaced by the pressure of the book and circumstances of its composition. Yet it is also a fixed centre which, if it is genuine, displaced itself, while remaining the same and becoming always more hidden, more uncertain and more imperious.

— Blanchot, The Space of Literature (trans. A. Smock)

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