Marcel Proust

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I am something of a latter-day Marcel Proust; my sentences coil and twist around themselves like serpents, always on the lookout for lacunae in their arguments, which are themselves buried underneath a multitude of sesquipedalian and hobson-jobson words; as well as the ever-familiar terror of sub-clauses and parentheses (an example of this, expressed in a performative manner, being here) which make comprehension of my meaning a truly Sisyphysian task - however, a close perusal of my writing reveals a cornucopia of delights, with musings on writers as diverse as Martin Heidegger, Carl Schmitt, Willard Van Orman Quine and Aristocles (the name of the philosopher who is generally known by his nom de plume, Plato - in Greek, meaning 'he of the broad shoulders'); with a view to developing a Neo-Hegelian (although at this stage my thought is at its foetal, Schellingian stage; it has grown out of its embryonic Fichtean and consequently its spermatological Kantian stages) philosophy which takes full account results from contemporary biology; this is in turn will develop to build a revolutionary political movement which will, at one fell swoop, bring down the iniquities of the global capitalist system, and, consequently, the tyranny of the full stop.