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In The Form Of The Oeuvre, The Actual Circumstances Are Placed In Another Dimension Where The Given Reality Shows Itself As That Which It Is. Thus It Tells The Truth About Itself; Its Language Ceases To Be That Of Deception, Ignorance, And Submission. Fiction Calls The Facts By Their Name And Their Reign Collapses; Fiction Subverts Everyday Experience And Shows It To Be Mutilated And False.

In Its Relation To The Reality Of Daily Life, The High Culture Of The Past Was Many Things Opposition And Adornment, Outcry And Resignation. But It Was Also The Appearance Of The Realm Of Freedom: The Refusal To Behave.

The Range Of Choice Open To The Individual Is Not The Decisive Factor In Determining The Degree Of Human Freedom, But What Can Be Chosen And What Is Chosen By The Individual.

Art Cannot Change The World, But It Can Contribute To Changing The Consciousness And Drives Of The Men And Women Who Could Change The World.

The Web Of Domination Has Become The Web Of Reason Itself, And This Society Is Fatally Entangled In It.