The Bathers
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The majority, if not all, of the cultivated men of our day try uncounsciously to maintain the old social conception of life, which justifies their position, and to hide from themselves and others its insufficiency, and above all the necessity of adopting the Christian conception of life, which will mean the break up of the whole existing social order.
Leo Tolstoy
Lá vem a Nau Catrineta
Que tem muito que contar
São Paulo Portas à proa
Santanás a comandar
Ouvi agora senhores
Uma história de pasmar
D. Bagão conta o pilim
D. Morais trata das velas
D. Guedes limpa com VIM
Tachos, pratos e panelas
D. Pereira na enfermaria
Conta pensos e emplastros
E o D. António Mexia
Põe vaselina nos mastros
D. Durão deu à soleta
Enjoou de andar à vela
E Santa Manuela Forreta
Largou-os sem lhes dar trela
Aflito El-Rei Sampaio
Com estas novas tão más
Disse aos bobos de soslaio
Chamai lá o Santanás
Aqui estou meu Senhor
Vós mandasteis-me chamar?
Soube agora desse horror
D. Durão vai desertar?
Há esperança para o mundo. As Nações Unidas aprovaram a demolição do muro.
Mais là où l’appareil scientifique (le nôtre) est porté à partager l’illusion des pouvoirs dont il est nécessairement solidaire, c’està dire à supposer les foules transformées par les conquêtes et les victoires d’une production expansionniste, il est toujours bon de se rappeler qu’il ne faut pas prendre les gens pour des idiots.
Michel de Certeau
In Southern California it didn't make any difference anyhow where you went; there was always the same McDonaldburger place over and over, like a circular strip that turned past you as you pretended to go somewhere. And when finally you got hungry and went to the McDonaldburger place and bought a McDonald's hamburger, it was the one they sold you last time and the time before that and so forth, back to before you were born (...).
They had by now, according to their sign, sold the same original burger fifty billion times. He wondered if it was to the same person. Life in Anaheim, California, was a comercial for itself, endlessly replayed. Nothing changed; it just spread out farther and farther in the form of neon ooze. What there was always more of had been congealed into permanence long ago, as if the automatic factory that cranked out these objects had jammed in the on position.
Philip K. Dick