The other evening,[1] I thought you regarded those weirdos with amusement and almost a kind of benevolence. It was me, rather, who needed -- as is too often the case -- to bridle the audacities of my strange "fanatics." Because these people have read me, then recognized me on the basis of a single photo[2] that I have let circulate so as to refute a more displeasing accusation,[3] they believe they have the right to pose questions to me. Soon after, they want to make me aware of their critiques and directives!
Since you will return on 3 February, let us say -- if this suits you -- Tuesday the 7th, at my place, 7:30 pm as always.
Cordially,[1] Translator's note: see end of letter to Sportes dated 13 January 1989.
[2] "Guy Debord in 1984," published in Debord's Considerations on the Assassination of Gerard Lebovici (1985).
[3] Translator's note: that Guy Debord doesn't really exist.
(Published in Guy Debord Correspondance, Vol 7: Janvier 1988-Novembre 1994 by Librairie Artheme Fayard, 2008. Translated from the French by NOT BORED! November 2008. Footnotes by the publisher, except where noted.)