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The Concept Of Progress Must Be Grounded In The Idea Of Catastrophe. That Things Are 'status Quo' Is The Catastrophe

All Efforts To Render Politics Aesthetic Culminate In One Thing: War.

Genuine Polemics Approach A Book As Lovingly As A Cannibal Spices A Baby.

The Idea That Happiness Could Have A Share In Beauty Would Be Too Much Of A Good Thing.

Marx Says That Revolutions Are The Locomotives Of World History. But The Situation May Be Quite Different. Perhaps Revolutions Are Not The Train Ride, But The Human Race Grabbing For The Emergency Brake.