One could describe as a scene, but we will not do so here, the history of Bataille's relations to Hegel's different faces: the one that assumed absolute rending the one who thought he would go mad the one who, between Wolff and Comte and the clouds of professors at the village wedding that is philosophy, asks himself no questions, while alone, his head aching, Kierkegaard questions the one who towards the end of his life, no longer put the problem to himself, repeated his courses and played cards; the portrait of the aged Hegel before which, as in reading the Phenomenology of the Mind, one cannot help being seized by freezing impression of completion.