This fluent asociability is perhaps the closest we come to the quintessence of the feral — although to say such a thing puts us in dangerous territory, for the feral must remain numb to essences. It is a style, a toolkit, a set of reflexes or tactics, and it refuses — it does not quite refuse or deny; no, it ignores — everything that carries the taint of essence or universal law. In this sense it is utterly unlike London’s Wild. The feral is not about the search for truth, disappointed and aggrieved, that follows the fracturing of innocence and unity; when it comes to ideology, the feral is categorically cynical. Neither is the feral is an exile from community and unity, but a creature at best excluded from, and at worst made a scapegoat of, the very project of imagining community and unity.