Diary
Alan Sheridan: Regarding Foucault, 19 July 1984
“... The only colour in the rooms was also supplied by the books. He worked on a table of tubular steel and glass. When a friend of mine turned up with a bunch of flowers, he was embarrassed almost to the point of anger. But he was also the sweetest, kindest of men. Foucault’s intelligence and humour shone from his eyes, the luminosity reinforced by the ... ”