Language, Identity And Forms Of Life Are

In Conscious Life, We Achieve Some Sense Of Ourselves As Reasonably Unified, Coherent Selves, And Without This Action Would Be Impossible. But All This Is Merely At The 'imaginary' Level Of The Ego, Which Is No More Than The Tip Of The Iceberg Of The Human Subject Known To Psychoanalysis. The Ego Is Function Or Effect Of A Subject Which Is Always Dispersed, Never Identical With Itself, Strung Out Along The Chains Of The Discourses Which Constitute It.

An Enlightened Trust In The Sovereignty Of Human Reason Can Be Every Bit As Magical As The Exploits Of Merlin, And A Faith In Our Capacity For Limitless Self-improvement Just As Much A Wide-eyed Superstition As A Faith In Leprechauns.

As Far As Belief Goes, Postmodernism Prefers To Travel Light: It Has Beliefs, To Be Sure, But It Does Not Have Faith

In The End, The Humanities Can Only Be Defended By Stressing How Indispensable They Are; And This Means Insisting On Their Vital Role In The Whole Business Of Academic Learning, Rather Than Protesting That, Like Some Poor Relation, They Don't Cost Much To Be Housed.

It Is In Rousseau's Writing Above All That History Begins To Turn From Upper-class Honour To Middle-class Humanitarianism. Pity, Sympathy And Compassion Lie At The Centre Of His Moral Vision. Values Associated With The Feminine Begin To Infiltrate Social Existence As A Whole, Rather Than Being Confined To The Domestic Sphere.