The Desert Is No Longer A Landscape,

It Is Not Enough For Theory To Describe And Analyze, It Must Itself Be An Event In The Universe It Describes.

We Are Becoming Like Cats, Slyly Parasitic, Enjoying An Indifferent Domesticity. Nice And Snug In The Social, Our Historic Passions Have Withdrawn Into The Glow Of An Artificial Coziness, And Our Half-closed Eyes Now Seek Little Other Than The Peaceful Parade Of Television Pictures.

The Yuppies Are Not Defectors From Revolt, They Are A New Race, Assured, Amnestied, Exculpated, Moving With Ease In The World Of Performance, Mentally Indifferent To Any Objective Other Than That Of Change And Advertising.

Sadder Than The Beggar Is The Man Who Eats Alone In Public.

We Are No Longer In A State Of Growth; We Are In A State Of Excess. We Are Living In A Society Of Excrescence. The Boil Is Growing Out Of Control, Recklessly At Cross Purposes With Itself, Its Impacts Multiplying As The Causes Disintegrate.