'There is a never ending haggling over whether we will renounce the intimate relationship that we have with ourselves, something for which THEY have given us so much flak.'

...

'The form-of-life is not beyond bare life, it is its intimate polarization.'

Trying to talk yourself into it.

Things turn impassable again; rough.

I thought it was a song about hermeneutics, turned out it was a song about love.

JURISDICTIONAL WRANGLING

'It will return'

'… a person on the line…'

'We must reserve a back shop all our own, entirely free, in which to establish our real liberty and our principal retreat and solitude. Here our ordinary conversation must be between us and ourselves, and so private that no outside association or communication can find a place; here we must talk and laugh as if without wife, without children, without possessions, without retinue and servants, so that, when the time comes to lose them, it will be nothing new to us to do without them. We have a soul that can be turned back upon itself; it can keep itself company; it has the means to attack and the means to defend, the means to receive and the means to give: let us not fear that in this solitude we shall stagnate in tedious idleness: In solitude be to thyself a throng.'

Give thanks if you can say 'no'. Few really can.