Rather than attempting to explain what I mean, which, given the incomprehension with which my recent film review was greeted, is probably not a bad thing, I’ll just give an example.
Whenever a writer in the social sciences cites Madness and Civilisation by Michel Foucault, the french post-philosopher with a fondness for the Bay Area, I know that they’re a good egg. They pass muster.
But when a writer cites other works by Foucault and not M&C, then this shows me that they are untrustworthy poseurs and sentimentalising phonies. It’s that simple, and totally foolproof. I don’t even have to waste time reading their pretentious ramblings. A quick flick through the ‘F’ section of the Index will suffice.
So what are your little things that mean so much?