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Work Is Only Justified By Leisure Time. To Admit The Emptiness Of Leisure Time Is To Admit The Impossibility Of Life.

Young People Everywhere Have Been Allowed To Choose Between Love And A Garbage Disposal Unit. Everywhere They Have Chosen The Garbage Disposal Unit.

In Societies Where Modern Conditions Of Productions Prevail, All Of Life Presents Itself As An Immense Accumulation Of Spectacles. Everything That Was Directly Lived Has Moved Away Into Representation. The Images Detached From Every Aspect Of Life Fuse In A Common Stream In Which The Unity Of This Life Can No Longer Be Re-established. Reality Considered Partially Unfolds, In Its Own General Unity As A Pseudo-world Apart, An Object Of Mere Contemplation . . . The Spectacle Is Not A Collection Of Images, But A Social Relation Among People, Mediated By Images.

The Spectacle Is The Bad Dream Of A Modern Society In Chains And Ultimately Expresses Nothing More Than Its Wish For Sleep. The Spectacle Is The Guardian Of That Sleep.

In A World That Has Really Been Turned On Its Head, Truth Is A Moment Of Falsehood.