> Every day, LBO-talkers, academic or non-academic, collectively &
> empirically demonstrate Thomas Hobbes' proposition that nature hath made
> men equal, especially in the faculty of the mind. A more effective &
> practical refutation of apologies for inequality (such as Charles Murray's)
> than this cannot be found anywhere. Therefore, I'd say that the regular
> LBO contributors are daily rendering a modest service to humanity.
i read this on saturday, and the bee it put up my butt is still buzzing around happily, a-tippling on the nectar that pervades its new home. unfortunately, i find it rather less comfortable, and so i must evict it.
when i close my eyes, i see yoshie as a stretch armstrong-like action figure, so supple must she be to pat herself on the back in this fashion. if filtering out over-limit messages, relent- lessly bombarding a list with conspicuous exercises in 'connoi- seurship' in the form of interminable ****ing quotations, and generally seeking to dominate and subjugate open discussions to her Inexorable Will is a 'modest service to humanity,' then i'm alan greenspam.
how about this: her hostility to psychonalysis, rather than the fragile house of philosophical cards she fobs it off as, is in fact a far more humdrum terror at the kind of humility and com- fort with ambiguity borne of a self-examination that sees Will as, above all, a symptom: not exclusively so, but primarily so. of course, to anyone willing to view him- or herself as anything less than a prince(ss) of thought, to acknowledge such a possi- bility is first and foremost an act of dignifying legitimation; but i suspect this Central Truth of psychoanalysis and its prog- eny will be lost on the tireseom ideologues who oppose it 'on principle.'
sorry for the ad hominem; but anyone who so lacks in circumspec- tion is Really Asking For It. stick that in your arse and smoke it, o language microfascists. but make sure your reading of my metaphors doesn't occlude the marxist understanding of class.
cheers, t - "Mr. Pivner elevated himself on one narrow ham and broke
wind, a soft interrogative sound which went unanswered.
Then he sagged and stared at the newspaper, untroubled
by the notion that this might have been a demon leaving
its residence inside him." -- Gaddis, _The Recognitions_