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One thing I learned from my encounter with Girard is that books are a myth.
Books seem like self-contained things but actually they are tiny fragments of conversation.
We're used to our conversations - what questions are interesting, what counts as an answer, common knowledge, conflicts and their parties.
Girard's conversation necessarily includes Heraclitus, Maimonides, Freud, Marx, Euripides, Derrida, Heidegger, Levi-Strauss, Proust.
Is it worth it to try to enter that conversation? Who would you talk to? I bet if you felt lonely enough you would be tempted to write books
That's how the books win. In conclusion, books are a trap
hm interesting 
Anders Hald gets it
Books ruin everything
