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A Society Which Allows An Abominable Event To Burgeon From Its Dung Heap And Grow On Its Surface Is Like A Man Who Lets A Fly Crawl Unheeded Across His Face Or Saliva Dribble From His Mouth -- Either Epileptic Or Dead.

The Marxist Critique Is Only A Critique Of Capital, A Critique Coming From The Heart Of The Middle And Petit Bourgeois Classes, For Which Marxism Has Served For A Century As A Latent Ideology.... The Marxist Seeks A Good Use Of Economy. Marxism Is Therefore Only A Limited Petit Bourgeois Critique, One More Step In The Banalization Of Life Toward The "good Use" Of The Social!

Every Photographed Object Is Merely The Trace Left Behind By The Disappearance Of All The Rest. It Is An Almost Perfect Crime, An Almost Total Resolution Of The World, Which Merely Leave The Illusion Of A Particular Object Shining Forth, The Image Of Which Then Becomes An Impenetrable Enigma.

One Has Never Said Better How Much "humanism", "normality", "quality Of Life" Were Nothing But The Vicissitudes Of Profitability.

I Hesitate To Deposit Money In A Bank. I Am Afraid I Shall Never Dare To Take It Out Again. When You Go To Confession And Entrust Your Sins To The Safe-keeping Of The Priest, Do You Ever Come Back For Them?