In The End Indignation Over Kitsch Is

The Recent Past Always Presents Itself As If Destroyed By Catastrophes.

Horror Is Beyond The Reach Of Psychology.

If Philosophy Is Still Necessary, It Is So Only In The Way It Has Been From Time Immemorial: As Critique, As Resistance To The Expanding Heteronomy, Even If Only As Thought's Powerless Attempt To Remain Its Own Master And To Convict Of Untruth, By Their Own Criteria, Both A Fabricated Mythology And A Conniving, Resigned Acquiescence.

Truth Is Inseperable From The Illusory Belief That From The Figures Of The Unreal One Day, In Spite Of All, Real Deliverance Will Come.

The Power Of Works Of Art Still Continues To Be Secretly Nourished By Imitation... Kitsch