Cain began human civilization in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden, x thousands of years ago. With a small number of mostly minor exceptions, nothing of value has resulted. One of the exceptions, of course, is French literature. The French have been the best at chronicling human futility. . .
In the videos above and below, we meet Michel Houellebecq, the personification of French literature. . .
Just look at the reprobate way Michel smokes his cigarettes. . .
Dissolute, disheveled, despondent, he appears to have stepped from the pages of Huysmans’ À Rebours to remind the 21st century sheeple of the hopelessness of their condition, that capitalism and their electronic devices won’t save them, and the new gods of Science and Technology will ruin even fornication and pedophilia for them. . .
Reading Houellebecq will get me through another six months. . .
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