Let me begin my response by thanking all the contributors for directing their friendly fire in my direction, with special thanks to Geoff Stokes and Baogang He for organizing the workshop on which this collection is based and, more particularly, to Baogang for his work in bringing the resulting articles together and allowing me time in which to prepare this rejoinder. I know from experience that it is no mean task to get a disparate bunch of academics to write to a deadline. I should also thank the editors of Alternatives for providing the pages in which this collection appears. Like many academics of my generation, I have been involved in the editing of more journals than is good for my health. Experience suggests that, more often than not, journals will be tempted to resort to special issues when they are short of copy and the editors are tired of chasing it. I sincerely hope that this special issue is of a different kind. Alternatives is doing too good a job, publishing important articles that do not, and interesting articles that do, follow current academic fashions, for it to suffer this fate.In reading these essays by friends, colleagues, or former students, it was good to find that people whose opinions I value still found something useful in pieces of writing-on liberalism, philosophy, social statistics, indigenous peoples, Foucault and terrorism-several of which had slipped my mind. It was not so good, in contrast, to be reminded, by a few contributors of things I have managed not to think about for ages. Peter Beilharz brought back memories of British Marxist debates from the distant past; Baogang He recalls much of what I have said about democracy and deplores my refusal to engage in normative theory; while Duncan Ivison describes me, in the nicest possible way, as a realist. On first reading, few essays seemed to require much further comment: whether because, as in Peter's case, the revived memories should be exorcised; or because, though no fault of the author, their accounts of my views seem to me misleading; or else because, at the time, I felt an irrational urge to respond to criticism.I begin by commenting on Peter Beilharz's essay and then move on to discussion of democracy, normative theory, and realism. This route will tempt me to pick up issues raised by other contributors. It will also involve a lapse into the genre of true confessions, something that, together with unpleasant memories, I have long contrived to avoid.While Peter Beilharz's essay is sometimes flippant in tone, it still seems to me unduly respectful in content. More seriously, it reminded me of a Marxist past in which Paul Hirst and I, along with various others, played the middle-aged Turks of British sociology. While this act had its moments, my memories of the period are such that I prefer not to revisit them-the strongest one being of so