The moment I saw Foucault cross his hands over in a grid formation in his Chomsky debate and describe revealed/occluded areas, I fell in love with Foucault. I can’t say I’ve read him myself… I haven’t. But I’ve really read none of ‘em myself. But despite his pechant for trouble-making, and a little over-egotistical removal of ego (making himself so absent that you can’t help BUT notice the absence), I like him and his ideas. From what I know of them, they make sense to me.