Polysyllabic, pseudo-intellectual twaddle.
Over-heated, and over-thought to the point of near-incoherence. Tortured muddled thinking.
(Call me old fashioned...)
On who’s part? It’s hard to talk about Marcuse without sounding that way.
We live in the theatre of the absurd. Reaonh is thrown overboard and German Romanticism is ushered in.