William Plomer’s Turbott Wolfe: an Anatomy

Abstract

There the passions cramped no longer shall have scope and breathing space;
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
– Tennyson, “Locksley Hall” (1842)

The text is (should be) that uninhibited person who shows his behind to the Political Father.
– Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text (53)