Seminar XXIV Final Sessions 1 - Lacan in Ireland

something, we still do not know what positive transference is, positivetransference, is what I tried to define under the name of subject supposed toknow. Who is supposed to know? It is the analyst. It is an attribution, as isalready indicated by the word supposed; an attribution is only a word; there is asubject, something which is underneath which is supposed to know. To know istherefore its attribute. There is only one problem, which is that it is impossible togive the attribute of knowing to anyone.The one who knows, is, in analysis, the analyser, what he unfolds, what hedevelops, is what he knows, except for the fact that it is an Other, - but is there anOther? -, that it is an Other who follows what he has to say, namely, what heknows. The notion of the Other, I marked in a certain graph with a bar whichbreaks it, Ø. Does that mean that when broken it is denied? Analysis, properlyspeaking, enunciates, that the Other is nothing but this duplicity.There is something of the One (Y a de l’Un), but there is nothing other. The One,as I have said, the One dialogues all alone, since it receives its own message in aninverted form. It is he who knows, and not the one supposed to know.I put forward also this something which is enunciated about the universal, andthis to deny it; I said that there is no all (tous). This indeed is why women, aremore man than men. They are not-all (pas-toutes), as I said. These all therefore,have no common trait; they have nevertheless this one, this single common trait,the trait that I described as unary. They are comforted by the One. There issomething of the One, I repeated it just now to say that there is something of theOne, and nothing else. There is something of the One, but that means that thereis all the same some kind of feeling. This feeling that I called, according to theunaries (unarités) that I called the support, the support of what indeed I mustrecognise, hatred, insofar as this hatred is akin to love; la mourre that I wrote in –I must all the same finish on this – that I wrote in my title for this year: l’insu quesait, what? de l’une-bévue. There is nothing more difficult to grasp than this traitof the une bévue. This bévue – is that by which I translate Unbewusst, namely, theUnconscious. In German, that means unconscious, but translated by une bévue, itmeans something completely different, that means a stumbling, a tripping up, a119