What was it he found himself doing? Inviting experiences of being thrown into an infinite regress, of being reduced to silence for the sake of the tiny metaphysical frisson which attaches to them. He was suspicious of the motives which drew a slack mind like his own to a system of such adamantine rigour, and sceptical of his suspicions. There must be a recognition at the heart of it, not just admiration of uncompromising logic. If so, it was, he concluded, in the irony it turned againt the will that claimed to be in search of liberation. In all strictness, no such will could exist, no matter how time and time again he was impressed by its embodiments, by their glamour and lordly self-justification in breaking any and every taboo