Like Dreams, Statistics Are A Form Of

Postmodernity Is Said To Be A Culture Of Fragmentary Sensations, Eclectic Nostalgia, Disposable Simulacra, And Promiscuous Superficiality, In Which The Traditionally Valued Qualities Of Depth, Coherence, Meaning, Originality, And Authenticity Are Evacuated Or Dissolved Amid The Random Swirl Of Empty Signals.

If There Is A Species Which Is More Maltreated Than Children, Then It Must Be Their Toys, Which They Handle In An Incredibly Off-hand Manner. Toys Are Thus The End Point In That Long Chain In Which All The Conditions Of Despotic High-handedness Are In Play Which Enchain Beings One To Another, From One Species To Another --cruel Divinities To Their Sacrificial Victims, From Masters To Slaves, From Adults To Children, And From Children To Their Objects.

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.

The Order Of The World Is Always Right - Such Is The Judgment Of God. For God Has Departed, But He Has Left His Judgment Behind, The Way The Cheshire Cat Left His Grin.

The Multiplication Of Individual Sects Should Not Fool Us: The Important Point Is That The Whole Of America Is Preoccupied With The Sect As A Moral Institution, With Its Immediate Demand For Beatification, Its Material Efficacity, Its Compulsion For Justification, And Doubtless Also With Its Madness And Frenzy.