ABSTRACT
I am in so many ways the epitome of orderliness. It's in my nature, which is to say my neurotic make-up. Orderliness is also essential to the core practices of my work. In its most basic expression, language is inherently sequential and orderly, and the conventions of academic writing are especially so. Beyond these matters of personal and professional disposition, however, my colonial inheritance also means I effectively embody order. In this regard, I acknowledge other people's historical trauma while recognizing my people's historical pathology (cf. Vaughn 1993; also, Rich 1991). Not only am I someone inclined to, and deeply enculturated into, order, I have now turned up in a country which is the height of orderliness, by its own and others' mythology. This is nicely affirmed (photo above) in the trim bundles of paper – and thus of words and images – left curbside every other week for official recycling (Figure 10.1). My personal orderliness is thus compounded. Orderly Swissness. Six piles of newspapers tied into stacks lying on the ground in front of a stone wall and a green door. https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9781003125839/63581902-93ae-4f86-aac6-1c2843c64e63/content/fig10_1_B.jpg"/>
