item #2113

At E.P. Thompson's grave, I write...

Habermassing, Red Maus says, "Sirs, I refer you to previous responses; during which fraction begets faction," adding, "dot dot effing dot." He / she / it is, however, nine timed negations late. Thus replete, Maus thinks: such is following; such is difference; (whilst asking) surely, proportion interprets norm, ergo anon., just as hostile formal sanctions increase rates of contribution?