Deconstructing Macbeth: The Hyperontological ViewMacbeth is discussed in relation to Derrida's notion of the metaphysics of presence. Fawkner argues that the quest for metaphysical certitude in Macbeth is related to the hero's transformation from a heroic to a post-heroic status. |
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... becomes a tool in the hands of the propagandist , and the " reading " we get retains no element of usefulness from the per- spective of critical science . This fact that deconstruction by nature is and is not ideological is of ...
... becomes a tool in the hands of the propagandist , and the " reading " we get retains no element of usefulness from the per- spective of critical science . This fact that deconstruction by nature is and is not ideological is of ...
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... becomes clear that deconstruction is no simple nega- tion of ontology . On the contrary , Derridean thought in a sense effectuates its disruption of ontology by deepening the very is- sues that ontology forwards for the benefits of its ...
... becomes clear that deconstruction is no simple nega- tion of ontology . On the contrary , Derridean thought in a sense effectuates its disruption of ontology by deepening the very is- sues that ontology forwards for the benefits of its ...
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... become in modern Cartesian consciousness : what Macbeth now is once academic criticism of the reflective kind has completed ( and exhausted ) its work . Of course it is nowadays impossible to make a firm distinction between a " real ...
... become in modern Cartesian consciousness : what Macbeth now is once academic criticism of the reflective kind has completed ( and exhausted ) its work . Of course it is nowadays impossible to make a firm distinction between a " real ...
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... becomes fate ; what " observes " this evasion ( not one's fate but the " ecstasy " of one's fate ) would then not simply be the subject , but language itself . Perhaps only lan- guage.7 What Derridean " concepts " would be ...
... becomes fate ; what " observes " this evasion ( not one's fate but the " ecstasy " of one's fate ) would then not simply be the subject , but language itself . Perhaps only lan- guage.7 What Derridean " concepts " would be ...
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... becomes delayed in relation to itself ( TM , 196 ) . As I will try to demonstrate , Shakespeare's entire conception of the tragic movement is logically built on this notion of the origin as ( its own ) aftereffect ( TM , 209 ) . The ...
... becomes delayed in relation to itself ( TM , 196 ) . As I will try to demonstrate , Shakespeare's entire conception of the tragic movement is logically built on this notion of the origin as ( its own ) aftereffect ( TM , 209 ) . The ...
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Page 72 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble ; Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double, toil and trouble ; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches...
Page 86 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come.
Page 67 - What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble...
Page 87 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongu'd against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow, the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 75 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Page 75 - s comfort yet ; they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Page 103 - I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 144 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Page 84 - My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.