In The Nineteenth Century The Germans Painted

History Does Not Merely Touch On Language, But Takes Place In It.

The Straight Line Is Regarded As The Shortest Distance Between Two People, As If They Were Points.

If Philosophy Is Still Necessary, It Is So Only In The Way It Has Been From Time Immemorial: As Critique, As Resistance To The Expanding Heteronomy, Even If Only As Thought's Powerless Attempt To Remain Its Own Master And To Convict Of Untruth, By Their Own Criteria, Both A Fabricated Mythology And A Conniving, Resigned Acquiescence.

Laughing In The Cultural Industry Is Mockery Of Happiness.

When All Actions Are Mathematically Calculated, They Also Take On A Stupid Quality.