Space where death is at work, Venice opens to extase — ‘when the rare grows and discards in the world’ (p. 30) — a moment of pathical knowledge where individual boundaries are blurred and the boundaries between me and non-me are removed, subject and subject, subject and place. It is the mystic strainer that destroys and teaches the individual to disorder and silence. Disarray of the reason, experience, which is erotic in its essence, establishes the rule of ineffastable and inenarrable, including...