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Over my shoulder
Perhaps writers always have some figures staring censoriously over their shoulders? At least I do, and in this work those figures include the Relativist who doesn't think there is much that can be said, the Hegelian who frowns on my attempts to use his concepts without accepting his totalities, the Architectural Theorist who condemns as facile popularization any attempt at these topics without the guild vocabulary, the Total Revolutionary who sees what I am trying to do as craven compromise, the true believer in New Urbanism or in Postmodern Generic space, the Pure Philosopher who insists that only work in epistemology or ontology deserves the name, the Marxist Rebel who spurns my airy complexities for the solid truth of economic and cultural oppression, and a pair of twins: the Analytic Philosopher condemning fuzziness, and the Continental Philosopher saying that I am in thrall to the positivist notion of fixed formal systems. Then there is the Hypertext Theorist disdaining outlines.