But He Who Dies In Despair Has

Dialectic Thought Is An Attempt To Break Through The Coercion Of Logic By Its Own Means.

Everything About Art Has Become Problematic; Its Inner Life, Its Relation To Society, Even Its Right To Exist.

Today Self-consciousness No Longer Means Anything But Reflection On The Ego As Embarrassment, As Realization Of Impotence: Knowing That One Is Nothing.

The Culture Industry Not So Much Adapts To The Reactions Of Its Customers As It Counterfeits Them.

And How Comfortless Is The Thought That The Sickness Of The Normal Does Not Necessarily Imply As Its Opposite The Health Of The Sick, But That The Latter Usually Only Present, In A Different Way, The Same Disastrous Pattern.