Writer, academic and literary critic Terry Eagleton has been busy. Not only has he a robust defence of the late Jacques Derrida in one section of the Guardian, but, in another, he relates how his quest for a donkey to call his own (“Gullible Sentimental Townie” that he is) left him, bloody and stunned, at a roadside in the mountains of Sligo… waiting for an ambulance.
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