Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors. – Jean Baudrillard
A society which allows an abominable event to burgeon from its dung heap and grow on its surface is like a man who lets a fly crawl unheeded across his face or saliva dribble from his mouth — either epileptic or dead. – Jean Baudrillard
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