Terrorism, Like Viruses, Is Everywhere. There Is

America Is The Original Version Of Modernity. We Are The Dubbed Or Subtitled Version. America Ducks The Question Of Origins; It Cultivates No Origin Or Mythical Authenticity; It Has No Past And No Founding Truth. Having Known No Primitive Accumulation Of Time, It Lives In A Perpetual Present.

The Obese Is In A Total Delirium. For He Is Not Only Large, Of A Size Opposed To Normal Morphology: He Is Larger Than Large. He No Longer Makes Sense In Some Distinctive Opposition, But In His Excess, His Redundancy.

I Hesitate To Deposit Money In A Bank. I Am Afraid I Shall Never Dare To Take It Out Again. When You Go To Confession And Entrust Your Sins To The Safe-keeping Of The Priest, Do You Ever Come Back For Them?

The Skylines Lit Up At Dead Of Night, The Air-conditioning Systems Cooling Empty Hotels In The Desert And Artificial Light In The Middle Of The Day All Have Something Both Demented And Admirable About Them. The Mindless Luxury Of A Rich Civilization, And Yet Of A Civilization Perhaps As Scared To See The Lights Go Out As Was The Hunter In His Primitive Night.

We Are All Hostages, And We Are All Terrorists. This Circuit Has Replaced That Other One Of Masters And Slaves, The Dominating And The Dominated, The Exploiters And The Exploited. It Is Worse Than The One It Replaces, But At Least It Liberates Us From Liberal Nostalgia And The Ruses Of History.