Had these lines been written before 2003, they might have found a place in the volume Pascale-Anne Brault and Michael Naas first edited in English translation before collecting the same writings in their original language under the title: Chaque fois unique, la fin du monde. Indeed, for this French edition of his texts written upon the death of many friends over the years, Jacques Derrida concludes a brief foreword by signaling its close connection to the work from which I have just quoted. He writes: “If I dared to offer a true introduction to this book, it would be the essay I am publishing simultaneously with Éditions Galilée, Béliers. Le dialogue ininterrompu: entre deux infinis, le poème. It prowls around a line by Celan that has not left me for some years: Die Welt ist fort, ich muss dich tragen” (Chaque fois, 11; my trans.).