Narrative, Complexity, and Context: Autonomy as an Epistemic Value

Abstract

Those masterful images because completeGrew in pure mind, but out of what began?A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slutWho keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,I must lie down where all the ladders startIn the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.— W. B. Yeats, “The Circus Animals' Desertion”