John Llewellyn - The HypoCritical Imagination: Between Kant and Levinas

By kind permission of the presses and/or editors, parts of this book reproduce in revised form material that previously appeared as follows. dans les Alpes-Maritimes with the support of the Conseil Gnral des AlpesMaritimes. I thank the publishers for permission to cite part of Full moon and Little Frieda, from Ted Hughes, Selected Poems 19571967, London, Faber & Faber Ltd, 1972.

For their support I thank the General Editor of the Warwick Studies in European Philosophy, Andrew Benjamin, and Tony Bruce, Mark Ralph and Tony Nixon at Routledge. For his encouragement, not least his encouragement to take parts of the book back to the drawing-board, I thank Dennis Schmidt. For discussion of many of the issues raised I thank Charles Bigger (whose awe-inspiring Kant's Methodology starts where my study does but follows paths of scientific and humanistic endeavour I do not tread), Robin Durie, James Giles, Fiona Hughes (whose forthcoming book on Kant's aesthetic epistemology supplements mine with textual analysis of Kant beyond the limits to which I have had to restrict myself), Chris Jupp and John Trigg. I thank Ed Casey for his meticulous Imagining: A Phenomenological Study that, as another reader has said, is destined to become a touchstone for all future writings on imagination. Catherine Chalier kindly sent me a copy of her scrupulously just Pour une morale audel du savoir: Kant et Levinas, albeit too late for me to mend my probably pagan ways. She came up with answers to my enquiries about matters Judaic even when she could be expected to sympathize no more than could Levinas with the hypothesis in support of which those answers were to be used. While I was writing about him, she was but one member of a chorus of others who had written about him that I fancied I could hear muttering incredulously over my right shoulder, in many languages, Come, come, notwithstanding that when on the point of bestowing upon Levinas's words an especially violent inflection, I fancied I could hear another multilingual chorus whispering insistently over my left shoulder, Go ahead,