Good point. It must be why I love Plato and Augustine and Blake and Wordsworth and Borges and Nabokov. Slippery meaning makes me nervous and I love to be nervous. Nervousness helps me to brood. Brooding makes me sexy. (Cf. "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" for numerous examples.)
On the substantive question, I refer you to my reply to bitch in the parallel thread as a partial answer.
But strange, I have had no similar comments about long threads discussing the auteur theory. And if we ever have a long thread on chess discussing the labyrinths of the Sicilian Defense, Najdorf, Poisoned Pawn variation, I am sure the same conclusion about my nervousness over the seven types of slimy ambiguity can also follow. Perhaps, Doug, you have an Oedipal investment in Lacan or Derrida?
Jerry.
I have to get off the internet for now. My time is up.