Ray O’Neill – Oedipus Dup(e)licated – (Re)Producing Children in the Postmodern World of Hyperreality
 
THE LETTER 36 (Spring 2006) pages 113-125
 
The words induced me to turn towards myself. And what was I? Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant; but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses; if they had, my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing. I had never yet seen a being resembling me or who claimed any intercourse with me. What was I? The question again recurred, to be answered only with groans.