How can you not be in the mood for this:
"Foucault invited me to the Collège de France for six weeks. On the first evening we spoke about German films: Werner Herzog and Hans-Jürgen Syberberg were his favourite directors, whilst I spoke out in favour of Alexander Kluge und Volker Schlöndorff. Later we told each other about the curriculum of our respective years of philosophical study, which took something of a different course. He recalled how Lévi-Strauss and structuralism had helped him to liberate himself from Husserl and "the prison of the transcendental subject". With regard to his discourse theory of power, I asked him at the time about the implicit standards on which his criticism was based. He merely said: "Wait for the third volume of my History of Sexuality". We had already arranged a date for our next discussion about "Kant and the Enlightenment". I was very shocked when he died in the interim. In the case of Derrida, fortunately I took the initiative just in time to clear up the misunderstandings between us. I subsequently visited him several times in Paris and he visited me in Frankfurt. We also met in New York and remained in telephonic contact – until the very end. I'm grateful for the cordial relationship of those final years. But since Bourdieu also died, it's become lonely for me in Paris. Whom should I meet for lunch?"