it was Bloch in Czechoslovakia who volunteered fulsome affadavits for the Moscow trials
the tradition handed down to the present by the 'progressive' epochs of the past was a set of compelling norms, a mortmain that literary legatees must honour on pain of disinheritance
the texts are hermetically sealed from history, subjected to a sterile critical formalism, piously swaddled with eternal verities and used to confirm prejudices
wow
Perhaps we should celebrate the plurality of critical methods, adopt a tolerantly ecumenical posture and rejoice in our freedom from the tyranny of any single procedure
'symptomatic' places in the dream-text--distortions, ambiguities, absences and elisions
