BroomHilda

[Terrance]

Derrida: I've no time for your fables, one word, just one,
one only. 

  Plato: There is time enough. And I believe that the
grasshoppers
    chirruping after their manner in the heat of the sun
over our heads are
    talking to one another and looking down at us. What
would they say if
    they saw that we, like the many, are not conversing, but
slumbering at
    mid-day, lulled by their voices, too indolent to think?
Would they not
    have a right to laugh at us? They might imagine that we
were slaves,
    who, coming to rest at a place of resort of theirs, like
sheep lie asleep at
    noon around the well. But if they see us discoursing,
and like Odysseus
    sailing past them, deaf to their siren voices, they may
perhaps, out of
    respect, give us of the gifts which they receive from
the gods that they
    may impart them to men. 

    Derrida: Greeks bearing ambiguity, logocentricity's a
poisons. 

   Plato: A lover of music like yourself ought surely to
have heard the story
    of the grasshoppers, who are said to have been human
beings in an age
    before the Muses. And when the Muses came and song
appeared they
    were ravished with delight; and singing always, never
thought of eating
    and drinking, until at last in their forgetfulness they
died. And now they
    live again in the grasshoppers; and this is the return
which the Muses
    make to them-they neither hunger, nor thirst, but from
the hour of their
    birth are always singing, and never eating or drinking;
and when they die
    they go and inform the Muses in heaven who honours them
on earth.
    They win the love of Terpsichore for the dancers by
their report of
    them; of Erato for the lovers, and of the other Muses
for those who do
    them honour, according to the several ways of honouring
them of
    Calliope the eldest Muse and of Urania who is next to
her, for the
    philosophers, of whose music the grasshoppers make
report to them; for
    these are the Muses who are chiefly concerned with
heaven and thought,
    divine as well as human, and they have the sweetest
utterance. For many
    reasons, then, we ought always to talk and not to sleep
at mid-day.