The Price We Pay For The Complexity

Neither Dead Nor Alive, The Hostage Is Suspended By An Incalculable Outcome. It Is Not His Destiny That Awaits For Him, Nor His Own Death, But Anonymous Chance, Which Can Only Seem To Him Something Absolutely Arbitrary. He Is In A State Of Radical Emergency, Of Virtual Extermination.

Contact With Men Who Wield Power And Authority Still Leaves An Intangible Sense Of Repulsion. It's Very Like Being In Close Proximity To Fecal Matter, The Fecal Embodiment Of Something Unmentionable, And You Wonder What It Is Made Of And When It Acquired Its Historically Sacred Character.

You Have To Know How To Disappear.

Seduction Is Always More Singular And Sublime Than Sex And It Commands The Higher Price.

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.