Imagine there's a scale, like the old fashioned kind with two suspended plates balanced against each other. On one plate we place THE MEANING OF THE WORK, on the other, THE TEXT ITSELF IN ALL ITS MESSINESS. It is tempting to put one's thumb on the scale on the side of meaning. But this is an absurd image, if you think that mess is more interesting than some simplistic statement about the meaning.
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