draw their magical power from an unsentimental loyalty to those henceforth abandoned clearings across which higher and lower worlds once passed.
The power of the postmodernist text is the return and the absence of the moral landscape that regions romances represented and personified. It becomes an internal struggle and an internal means of awakening. The fantasy can be both the false consciousness of a bourgeois society and the dream of a Marxist utopia. It functions as both counterculture and status quo.
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