By Daphne Prodromou
Andreas Mavrommatis was the first person who spoke to me on the very first day I set foot in the vast and chaotic Jussieu amphitheatre in Paris in 1979.
First lecture: psychoanalysis in literature. I still remember the awe and the fear. I had never seen an amphitheatre before, I didn’t know what psychoanalysis was, and I barely even knew what literature was. My French was, to
