By this encompassment and drift of question.

Psychoanalytic theory […] seemed to promise to introduce a certain becoming amplitude into discussions of what different people are like — only to turn, in its streamlined trajectory across so many institutional boundaries, into the sveltest of metatheoretical disciplines, sleeked down to such elegant operational entities as the mother, the father, the preoedipal, the oedipal, the other or Other.

He would have sold his part of paradise / For ready money, had he met a cope-man.

They cultivate rootlessness and cynicism, shout ironic encouragement from the sidelines of football fields, compare notes on the boring ineffectuality of adults, compare notes on ventures in piss-taking, indolently lay sardonic plans for the future.