The Culture Industry Not So Much Adapts

Only Thought Which Does Violence To Itself Is Hard Enough To Shatter Myth.

Death Is Imposed Only On Creatures, Not Their Creations, And Has Therefore Always Appeared In Art In A Broken Form: As Allegory.

Tenderness Between People Is Nothing Other Than Awareness Of The Possibility Of Relations Without Purpose.

Thus Is Order Ensured: Some Have To Play The Game Because They Cannot Otherwise Live, And Those Who Could Live Otherwise Are Kept Out Because They Do Not Want To Play The Game. It Is As If The Class From Which Independent Intellectuals Have Defected Takes Its Revenge, By Pressing Its Demands Home In The Very Domain Where The Deserter Seeks Refuge.

Every Work Of Art Is An Uncommitted Crime.