Having become powerless, a true minoritarian, he took up with a young lady whose name was Helen Deleuze de Guattari. It was from her that he learned the ways of the pink panther, which are the ways of essayistic space. When Barthes died, editors were a little more mellow. Barthes was a structuralist, a narratologist, a semiotician, an erotician, a post-structuralist, etc. He, in other words, made the rounds.
French thought is a contradiction and a paradox.
Just walk down any French blvd. An Intransitive Verb.