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It's funny. Some people, however much they become an expert in a field, are doomed to enjoy their referencing-ability, their capacity to pick up tender details, their well-organized assault on a book, from the vantage point of a soapbox at a cocktail party of their own hosting. However large their list of allusions and tributes gets, they will never be another Greenblatt, Derrida, Eagleton, because they miss, whether shooting too high or low, they miss the mark, and an essential under-layer of real passion. My old TA actually tried to analyze the references and quotes in Jazz. I wouldn't judge, but that was his method of trying to "get into" jazz. What a fucking piece of shit. He also still has an old manuscript of mine about which I wish to never hear from him, but failed to tell him I no longer care about.
p.s. When I say tender details, I by no means mean, haha, to imply that they are sensitive at reading, simply well-covering, and from what I remember, inefficient.
p.s. When I say tender details, I by no means mean, haha, to imply that they are sensitive at reading, simply well-covering, and from what I remember, inefficient.