Like Dreams, Statistics Are A Form Of

In Its Artless Cruelty, Dallas Is Superior To Any "intelligent" Critique That Can Be Made Of It. That Is Why Intellectual Snobberymeets Its Match Here.

What I Am, I Don't Know. I Am The Simulacrum Of Myself.

This False Distance Is Present Everywhere: In Spy Films, In Godard, In Modern Advertising, Which Uses It Continually As A Cultural Allusion. It Is Not Really Clear In The End Whether This 'cool' Smile Is The Smile Of Humour Or That Of Commercial Complicity. This Is Also The Case With Pop, And Its Smile Ultimately Encapsulates All Its Ambiguity: It Is Not The Smile Of Critical Distance, But The Smile Of Collusion

The Great Person Is Ahead Of Their Time, The Smart Make Something Out Of It, And The Blockhead, Sets Themselves Against It.

At Male Strip Shows, It Is Still The Women That We Watch, The Audience Of Women And Their Eager Faces. They Are More Obscene Than If They Were Dancing Naked Themselves.