Fantasy is basically a scenario filling out the empty space of a fundamental impossibility, a screen masking a void.
fantasy is, in the last resort, always a fantasy of the sexual relationship, a staging of it. As such, fantasy is not to be interpreted: […] there is nothing ‘behind’ it, […] fantasy masks precisely this ‘nothing’.
[The abject] is simply a frontier, a repulsive gift that the Other, having become alter ego, drops so that the “I” does not disappear in it but finds, in that sublime alienation, a forfeited existence.
The brutality of the Achaeans, particularly the desecration of Hektor’s remains, suggests an apoplectic terror of an incomprehensible sort. This is the very premise of Levinas’ totality: fear. So tenacious and all-exhausting a social mode could only come about were it warp the exteriority of its boundaries, make monsters out of men…The Other…must become an Object without the potential for subjectivity whatsoever; it must lose its face.