ABSTRACT
I BEGAN THIS BOOK OF TRANSGRESSIONS WITH A COMMENTARY THAT was five times longer than the essay it supposedly introduced. I end it with a commentary on an essay that is still in multiple states or drafts, of which this is one. Apart from the obvious play on deconstructive supplements and postmodernist belatedness, this rhetorical device represents very accurately the uncharted territory that I am now entering, in what I nonetheless believe to be a consistent linear narrative from the mid-1970s to the mid-1990s.
