A eulogy on the aura of unreproducibility, or creation through the re-presentation — indeed, perhaps a heartfelt / ironic legitimation or deep-frying — of the diachronic tentacles that reach out from the giant squid of post-modern theory? This syntagmatic intellectual smorgasbord, this frolicsome meta-epistemic romp, delivers a jolly hypertextual poke in the eye to all those sheepdip-spouting wallaby’s nadgers and ‘Decon’ dags that infest the woodwork in Uni departments these days. Intoxicated, we feel restored to the Grand Narrative and gambol in the gloaming of a new Romantic eve, till recovery from an over-imbibing of the metonymic amber nectar wakes us, and we embrace a different sort of udder (JHG).