In Days Gone By, We

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.

Art Is No Longer Anything More Than A Kind Of Meta-language For Banality.

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.

It Only Takes A Politician Believing In What He Says For The Others To Stop Believing Him.

The Confrontation Between America And Europe Reveals Not So Much A Rapprochement As A Distortion, An Unbridgeable Rift. There Isn't Just A Gap Between Us, But A Whole Chasm Of Modernity.