ABSTRACT
This postscript is about supreme wickedness, which, of course, we may now consider to be outside of our conceptual framework and thus invoked in a spirit of transgressive irony. It will also serve the purpose of relieving the author of the burden of some select icons and hyperbole of postmodern life which have stalked his thinking throughout this book. Transgression, as we have learned, cannot be measured, it cannot be greater or less, better or worse. It is intangible, yet the everyday world is marked out by material moments of such apparent magnitude, like the Nazi Holocaust or September 11th from which we began, as to make them assume a tangibility, a texture and a clear significance – they become criminalised.
