Reading Foucault today, I got sloppy with the underlining and found I was
marking through whole lines of text.  Then I thought, well, that’s
okay.  Maybe it’s better to simply draw lines through the non-essential
bits. Tonight, just going to register a glimpse of my unconventional
reading/annotation method:

Everything would be manifest and immediately knowable if the
hermeneutics of resemblance and the semiology of signatures coincided
without the slightest
parallax. But because the similitudes
that form the graphics of the world are one
‘cog’ out of
alignment with those that form its discourse, knowledge and the infinite labour
it involves find here the space that is proper to them: it is their task to
weave their ways across this distance, pursuing
an endless zigzag
course from resemblance to what it resembles.