Confessions of a serial bluffer

It is with great regret that I inform you of the death of the French deconstructionist, Jacques Derrida. Through my tears I wonder whether a man who foresaw the 'death of the author' had been quite so prescient about his own demise. Just like whether Karen John really fancied me when I was a lumpy 17 and she was very hot. Indeed, I guess we'll never know.

by Tim Williams

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