Some of my colleagues underline and annotate books with pencil; I suspect this habit might have to do with the fact that, when returning to a text after years of intellectual development, they will have the option of erasing embarrassing marginalia made by their younger selves. Unfortunately, I have always preferred to use pens instead of pencils––not for any political reason, mind you, but simply because for some reason I own more pens than pencils and because I don't like the way that pencil smudges and fades. Hence, whenever I return a particular book years after my initial reading I am met with more permanent traces of my previous self that can only be effaced by deliberate scribbling, a clear sign of guilt. Recently I have started re-reading Capital ––between other books I'm reading for the first time––in the interest of consolidating aspects of my ideology and practice. I first read volume one during my MA, volume three by the end of my first year as a PhD student, an
Marxist-Leninist-Maoist reflections