from Guy Debord

30 November 1994[1]

Illness called alcoholic polyneuritis, noted in the autumn of '90. At first almost imperceptible, then progressive. Only became really painful at the end of November 94.

As with any incurable illness, one gains much by not seeking nor accepting any treatment.[2] It is the opposite of an illness that one might contract through a regrettable imprudence. On the contrary, one must see in it the faithful obstinacy of an entire life.


[1] Text dictated by Guy Debord to Alice [Becker-Ho], who would have it inserted as the last shot in the film Guy Debord, son art et son temps.

[2] Translator's note: at least not since 15 May 1993.

[3] Signed by hand.

(Published in Guy Debord Correspondance, Vol 7: Janvier 1988-Novembre 1994 by Librairie Artheme Fayard, 2008. Translated from the French by NOT BORED! June 2009. Footnotes by the publisher, except where noted.)

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