A Woman Spent All Christmas Day In

Democracy Is The Menopause Of Western Society, The Grand Climacteric Of The Body Social. Fascism Is Its Middle-aged Lust.

Today, Every Principle Of Identity Is Affected By Fashion, Precisely Because Of Its Potential To Revert All Forms To Non-origin And Recurrence. Fashion Is Always Retro, But Always On The Basis Of The Abolition Of The Passé (the Past): The Spectral Death And Resurrection Of Forms. Its Proper Actuality (its 'up-to-dateness', Its 'relevance') Is Not A Reference To The Present, But An Immediate And Total Recycling.

The Simulacrum Is Never That Which Conceals The Truth--it Is The Truth Which Conceals That There Is None. The Simulacrum Is True.

The Need To Speak, Even If One Has Nothing To Say, Becomes More Pressing When One Has Nothing To Say, Just As The Will To Live Becomes More Urgent When Life Has Lost Its Meaning.

Holidays Are In No Sense An Alternative To The Congestion And Bustle Of The Cities And Work. Quite The Contrary. People Look To Escape Into An Intensification Of The Conditions Of Ordinary Life, Into A Deliberate Aggravation Of Those Conditions: Further From Nature, Nearer To Artifice, To Abstraction, To Total Pollution, To Well Above Average Levels Of Stress, Pressure, Concentration And Monotony - This Is The Ideal Of Popular Entertainment. No One Is Interested In Overcoming Alienation; The Point Is To Plunge Into It To The Point Of Ecstasy. That Is What Holidays Are For.