Death of Marxism

 For todays COMMIES there must be something sexy about being dead, a certain “pornographic pleasure” in decomposition, what Eagleton calls “the erotic bliss of yielding to an impregnable power”.

Eagleton knows so much about old windbag’s “metaphysical vacuities” from constant practice.  Eagleton is now halfwit musing over the whole business of arriving at a full stop. In his introduction he explains that he has included ideas and individuals that have been central to his “spiritual and intellectual life” of the past six decades. 

Marx, Freud and cradle Catholicism are all invited to troop on stage to take a final bow “before the curtain comes down”. I found that the best way to read this book, which is undeniably dense, is to take in a bit each night before going to sleep, that “little death” from which,  ZOLGO FORBID HE EVER COMES BACK FROM!