[Continued from this.]
[Announcer:] The stands are sold-out, as Dr Justice at last emerges from his dressing-room, to deliver the definitive refutation of the Deconstructionists and all their works.
[The crowd murmurs.]
Dr J:
-- Ha! You fancied I would waste any pixels on that?
: I micturate on Deconstructionism.
: I defecate on Deconstructionism.
But I do not stoop to … engage … with Deconstructionism -- or its Parisian messenger-boy, Derrida !!!!
[And the people went wondering away.]
~
[Update]
With relief we welcome some distinguished professorial company in invoking scatology to combat the purveyors of scat:
Deconstruction deconstructs itself, and disappears up its own behind, leaving only a disembodied smile and a faint smell of sulphur.
-- Roger Scruton, Modern Philosophy (1994), p. 478
This, in a chapter appropriately titled “The Devil”.
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