Sigmund Freud (n.) was a fantastic Christopher Columbus, a brilliant bourgeois reader of Goethe, Sophocles and Shakespeare — and an Al Capone in a mask.
Sigmund Freud (n.) discovered desire as abstract subjective essence — libido — then asked forgiveness for it: at least it won't go any further than the family!
Sigmund Freud (n.) drew back from the world of wild production and explosive desire he had discovered, wanting at all costs to restore a little order there — an order borrowed from the ancient Greek theater.
Sigmund Freud (n.) is the Luther and the Adam Smith of psychiatry: he discovers the subjective essence, then mobilizes myth, tragedy and dream to re-enslave desire from within — an intimate theater.
Sigmund Freud (n.) is to desire what Ricardo is to labor: the first to disengage desire itself, the quantitative libido behind every representation of objects and aims.
Sigmund Freud (n.) had a genius for brushing the truth and walking past it, then stuffing the gap with associations; he knew nothing of wolves — only dogs, and a dog's tail.
Sigmund Freud (n.) doesn't like schizophrenics: they resist being oedipalized, mistake words for things, are cut off from reality — they resemble philosophers, "an undesirable resemblance."
Sigmund Freud (n.) is always on the verge of discovering a rhizome and always returns to mere roots: no sooner does he find the art of molecular multiplicities than he drags back the father, the penis, Castration with a capital C.