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A Woman Spent All Christmas Day In A Telephone Box Without Ringing Anyone. If Someone Comes To Phone, She Leaves The Box, Then Resumes Her Place Afterwards. No One Calls Her Either, But From A Window In The Street, Someone Watched Her All Day, No Doubt Since They Had Nothing Better To Do. The Christmas Syndrome.

It Is Exciting To Hear One Of Your Fondest Ideas Formulated In One Fell Swoop, Better Than You Could Have Done Yourself.

The Confrontation Between America And Europe Reveals Not So Much A Rapprochement As A Distortion, An Unbridgeable Rift. There Isn't Just A Gap Between Us, But A Whole Chasm Of Modernity.

There Is Nothing More Mysterious Than A Tv Set Left On In An Empty Room. It Is Even Stranger Than A Man Talking To Himself Or A Woman Standing Dreaming At Her Stove. It Is As If Another Planet Is Communicating With You.

All Of [the] Activities Here Have A Surreptitious End-of-the-world Feel To Them:... These Joggers Sleepwalking In The Mist Like Shadow's Who Have Escaped From Plato's Cave