Posted by Dr. Amrit Chadwallah 
I really do not mean to complicate the lives of those contributing to Albert's Festschrift in honor of the Happy Tutor on the occasion of his retirement from active blogging, but I must say that I have detected a degree of what we call dialogism and even a little heteroglossia in recent Carnivalesque posts on the subject of wealth and power by The (alleged) Author Function pro tem at Gifthub. To arrive at the true hidden meaning of Wealth Bondage, it may be necessary to take into account Authorial Intention. This will not be an easy task, after the Author's death, years ago, and the intrusion of the upstart Deputy Editor, claiming to be the Author Function's designee and true heir. I do not expect the Festschrift to resolve these aporia, or festering semiotic sores, but I should certainly expect that these Wealth Bondage Fundamentals be addressed by any responsible interpreter. I do hope those who attempt a scholarly reading of Wealth Bondage first study Foucault's Discipline and Punish as a prerequisite, along with Aristotle's Ethics, the Gospels, The Beggar's Opera, Tristram Shandy, Lives of the Christian Martyrs, and Little Bo Peep, to name but a few of the seminal texts. What I will not condone as custodian of Wealth Bondage is a cavalier attitude towards our Primary Text, of which this post, perforce is an integral part. While Tutor writes with what Horace calls "artful negligence," using art to conceal art, every word, every misspelling, every unclosed html tag, every apparent non sequiter, every drunken tangent, is pregnant with concealed meanings that will torn from the living body of the Work only by the genius of all disciplines who may someday rise up among us. In the meantime, we lesser creatures can only wrestle at risk of our own sanity with this Strong Text. Even in his dotage, Tutor is a man to be reckoned with. Woe unto those who reveal his hidden meanings. (Why did he hide them, for heaven's sake? You think Wealth Bondage is a mere game of academic hunt the button? I am not free to say more. Mum is the word. If you guess the hidden meaning, look at me closely. If I blink my right eye thrice and very fast, you are getting warmer, ok? If I open my left eye very wide, you are probably full of shit, if you will permit me to speak in the pungent vernacular of the demos.)
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