Damn him to all hell! would it was his shins Roan Atkinson kicked on behalf of centuries of students doomed to wade through his obtuse prose in airless, poorly-lit lecture halls, while the vast 'ethnographic field' rumbles on unabated outside. It's not that I don't think this ideas are valuable. I read related material all the time, and I love it, but I hate finding it stuffed into such uninspiring, elusive, depressing prose. Seems there are times when reading about someone really is more valuable than reading what they themselves wrote.
I was so fed up earlier, I was really looking forward to this little rant. But somehow all the puff has gone out of it. Ah well, time to turn my burned out mind to Althusser.