The other evening, I thought you regarded those weirdos with amusement and almost a kind of benevolence. It was me, rather, who needed -- as is too often the case -- to bridle the audacities of my strange "fanatics." Because these people have read me, then recognized me on the basis of a single photo that I have let circulate so as to refute a more displeasing accusation, they believe they have the right to pose questions to me. Soon after, they want to make me aware of their critiques and directives!
Since you will return on 3 February, let us say -- if this suits you -- Tuesday the 7th, at my place, 7:30 pm as always.Cordially,
 Translator's note: see end of letter to Sportes dated 13 January 1989.
 "Guy Debord in 1984," published in Debord's Considerations on the Assassination of Gerard Lebovici (1985).
 Translator's note: that Guy Debord doesn't really exist.
(Published in Guy Debord Correspondance, Vol 7: Janvier 1988-Novembre 1994 by Librairie Artheme Fayard, 2008. Translated from the French by NOT BORED! November 2008. Footnotes by the publisher, except where noted.)