History Works Itself Out By An Inevitable

[f]or The Most Part Football These Days Is The Opium Of The People, Not To Speak Of Their Crack Cocaine. Its Icon Is The Impeccably Tory, Slavishly Conformist Beckham. The Reds Are No Longer The Bolsheviks. Nobody Serious About Political Change Can Shirk The Fact That The Game Has To Be Abolished. And Any Political Outfit That Tried It On Would Have About As Much Chance Of Power As The Chief Executive Of Bp Has In Taking Over From Oprah Winfrey.

Because Subjects Like Literature And Art History Have No Obvious Material Pay-off, They Tend To Attract Those Who Look Askance At Capitalist Notions Of Utility. The Idea Of Doing Something Purely For The Delight Of It Has Always Rattled The Grey-bearded Guardians Of The State. Sheer Pointlessness Has Always Been A Deeply Subversive Affair.

All Propaganda Or Popularization Involves A Putting Of The Complex Into The Simple, But Such A Move Is Instantly Deconstructive. For If The Complex Can Be Put Into The Simple, Then It Cannot Be As Complex As It Seemed In The First Place; And If The Simple Can Be An Adequate Medium Of Such Complexity, Then It Cannot After All Be As Simple As All That.

Any Attempt To Define Literary Theory In Terms Of A Distinctive Method Is Doomed To Failure.

Being Brought Up In A Culture Is A Matter Of Learning Appropriate Forms Of Feeling As Much As Particular Ways Of Thinking.