Wednesday, February 7, 2018


1952

Behold the modern man: a man so unmoored from reality that he has lost all sense of perspective; so weak-minded that he is thrown into spasms of terror by the sight of two competing blandishments; so sheltered that he is able to indulge his solipsism and cowardice without apparent consequence. Not by the sweat of his brow does he eat his food. He lives the life of a rentier, utterly free from obligation. Is he fit for anything but the guillotine?
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