Confessions Of A Flaneur These Confessions are offered in the same spirit as that of an old-time `Western` film, (for example `Unforgiven`), insofar as they both obliquely employ similar theme of an `aging outlaw`, who thought he would be able to hang up his weapons and retire; but because of the sin of pride, was unable to resist just one more shoot-out! And maybe his final and last chance to put right a few `wrongs` that had troubled his mind for some time! So while you are reading this, and substituting the `Saloon` for the more dangerous and disorderly territory of the Seminar-Rooms of Academia, and Modernism for the small town `Big Whiskey`, and imagining this aging hireling, who is still sufficiently fast on the draw to enable him to survive; dont waste your pity on him, because he doesnt really expect forgiveness! But goes through the motions of pleading forgiveness anyway; just to show that sociology is faster than any hired-gun and more deadly than any bullet!
