I thought writers were supposed to be careful about words?
I think there is something quite sweet (even adorably naive and utopian) about Will Self going on about the disinterested pursuit of Lerninz, but, honestly, I was brought up short by this:
'that perennial sawhorse: whither the novel?'
WHUT.
Maybe he was dictating this over the phone, and no-one picked up on this extremely bizarre metaphor or contorted idiom or whatever one wants to call it.
I think he must mean war-horse: OED, War Horse meaning d):
d. fig. Something which is frequently used or very familiar; spec. a work of art, esp. music, which is frequently performed.
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