Feelings Are Never True. They Play With

Mistakes, Scandals, And Failures No Longer Signal Catastrophe. The Crucial Thing Is That They Be Made Credible, And That The Public Be Made Aware Of The Efforts Being Expended In That Direction. The Marketing Immunity Of Governments Is Similar To That Of The Major Brands Of Washing Powder.

To Love Someone Is To Isolate Him From The World, Wipe Out Every Trace Of Him, Dispossess Him Of His Shadow, Drag Him Into A Murderous Future. It Is To Circle Around The Other Like A Dead Star And Absorb Him Into A Black Light.

This False Distance Is Present Everywhere: In Spy Films, In Godard, In Modern Advertising, Which Uses It Continually As A Cultural Allusion. It Is Not Really Clear In The End Whether This 'cool' Smile Is The Smile Of Humour Or That Of Commercial Complicity. This Is Also The Case With Pop, And Its Smile Ultimately Encapsulates All Its Ambiguity: It Is Not The Smile Of Critical Distance, But The Smile Of Collusion

The Obese Is In A Total Delirium. For He Is Not Only Large, Of A Size Opposed To Normal Morphology: He Is Larger Than Large. He No Longer Makes Sense In Some Distinctive Opposition, But In His Excess, His Redundancy.

We Have Dreamt Of Every Woman There Is, And Dreamt Too Of The Miracle That Would Bring Us The Pleasure Of Being A Woman, For Women Have All The Qualities - Courage, Passion, The Capacity To Love, Cunning - Whereas All Our Imagination Can Do Is Naively Pile Up The Illusion Of Courage.