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Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.

As The End Of The Century Approaches, All Our Culture Is Like The Culture Of Flies At The Beginning Of Winter. Having Lost Their Agility, Dreamy And Demented, They Turn Slowly About The Window In The First Icy Mists Of Morning. They Give Themselves A Last Wash And Brush-up, Their Oscillated Eyes Roll, And They Fall Down The Curtains.

Animals Have No Unconscious, Because They Have A Territory. Men Have Only Had An Unconscious Since They Lost A Territory.

Power Floats Like Money, Like Language, Like Theory.

If Everything On Television Is, Without Exception, Part Of A Low-calorie (or Even No-calorie) Diet, Then What Good Is It Complaining About The Adverts? By Their Worthlessness, They At Least Help To Make The Programmes Around Them Seem Of A Higher Level.