To Love Someone Is To Isolate Him

In Our Culture, Futility Plays The Role Of Transgression And Fashion Is Condemned For Having Within It The Force Of The Pure Sign Which Signifies Nothing.

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.

Philosophy Leads To Death, Sociology Leads To Suicide.

The Yuppies Are Not Defectors From Revolt, They Are A New Race, Assured, Amnestied, Exculpated, Moving With Ease In The World Of Performance, Mentally Indifferent To Any Objective Other Than That Of Change And Advertising.

Information Can Tell Us Everything. It Has All The Answers. But They Are Answers To Questions We Have Not Asked, And Which Doubtless Don't Even Arise.