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; don't waste your pity on him, because he doesn't 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