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A Visit To Père Lachaise In Paris Adds A Year To One's Life

The Enormous Energy Of The Twentieth Century, Enough To Drive The Planet Into A New Orbit Around A Happier Star, Was Being Expended To Maintain This Immense Motionless Pause.

Actually, The Suburbs Are Far More Sinister Places Than Most City Dwellers Imagine. Their Very Blandness Forces The Imagination Into New Areas. I Mean, One's Got To Get Up In The Morning Thinking Of A Deviant Act, Merely To Make Certain Of One's Freedom. It Needn't Be Much; Kicking The Dog Will Do.

We Live In A World Ruled By Fictions Of Every Kind - Mass Merchandising, Advertising, Politics Conducted As A Branch Of Advertising, The Instant Translation Of Science And Technology Into Popular Imagery, The Increasing Blurring And Intermingling Of Identities Within The Realm Of Consumer Goods, The Preempting Of Any Free Or Original Imaginative Response To Experience By The Television Screen. We Live Inside An Enormous Novel.

Elaborate Burial Customs Are A Sure Sign Of Decadence.