Leaving the Asian restaurant in the Rue Mazarine, where he breakfasted once a week, the young Jean-Claude Verdot was suddenly aware that he was perfectly happy. First, it was freedom from want, and forever. Indeed, he served for three months, that is to say since his release from the Institute for Policy Studies, a post of Special Adviser to the Ministry of Cultures Partners, known for his Christmas bonus and munificence statutory their jobs for life. Secondly, he lived in Paris in an apartment admittedly small and expensive, but close to libraries, cinemas Art and Essay and theater quality. His life would be a long stroll, a trip aesthetic and cultural development without specific destination, an insolent foraging through the productions of the human mind that the goodwill of successive governments had concentrated in this wonderful city. Thirdly, he had a girlfriend , she was pretty, free of venereal disease like him, she made love so very correct, yes, quite acceptable, just as he did, indeed, and they had to excellent orgasms. Carnal success was a pillar of happiness. Was a girl really friendly, open and modern, it was preparing a tourism management degree and was active in a humanitarian thing. She had strong views on peace in the Middle East and the role of women in the society of tomorrow. He liked the cut of his pants and how it foreshadowed his navel.
He was about to live as he had decided tomorrow would be a variant of today, there are Chinese restaurants, pizzerias, hippopotamus; American comedies behind the Carrefour de l'Odeon; updates Directed by the Miser that call into question the previous stagings of the Miser ; conversations with friends in smoky pubs, a drink of beer you might wonder how to promote citizen vigilance; of feverish wanderings among the joyous din of the music festival, at the date and time when the government has decided, scheming to attend shows without queuing, others scheming to obtain public housing in the City of Paris, others also scheming to exit office one hour before anyone else, to avoid congestion in departure weekend, and then many other shenanigans finally, just for fun.
A life dedicated to the only thing that was worth the pain, pleasure, a life where every new pleasure chase the precedent at a time when people began to get tired of a life where even thrive in idleness the improbable open-air museum where the welfare and the ministry of culture and solidarity, had wanted him to live.
He certainly had to sacrifice a few years in the preparation of entrance examination. Learning to talk about a book you did not read, summarize a trial without substance, to discourse learnedly of interest being careful not to define it, write a text which, in another context, in a world where people would be given to the meaning of neologisms learned it uses, might have a sense, but, fortunately, had none since and it has no powers of the Ministry of Cultures Partners to produce meaning, it would compete with the creators it subsidizes, and prejudicial to pluralism.
While devoting his life to pleasure, Jean-Claude Verdot nevertheless had some ideas (like his girlfriend). It was against the car, when he needed that he borrowed from a friend. The city would revert to pastoral paradise where one could walk at ease among street entertainment and exotic smells. The party would move the heart of urban centers, the use of citizen-friendly environment. Thanks to scholarly bladders, mounds, tubes and other deterrents ingenious ways of coercion, we repress the cars on the edge of the city, never to let that public transport and youth on wheels. Jean-Claude Verdot also thought that a world government would establish universal brotherhood soon. This was certainly a vague intuition, but applauded the deepening and enlargement of the European Union, he hoped the advent of the new European man, who has scrapped all its conflicts hung, replaced by a new struggle for a better world environmentally friendly and minorities. But this was only a step, because the international community would unite one day and finally found the planetary body that would abolish war, the ozone hole and the selfishness that would end with genocide, discrimination and verbal insult.
He believed in diversity cultural and linguistic, that UNESCO should defend at the same time as the traditional lifestyles at risk. The new European man would be as diverse inside and outside, he spoke several languages, is a connoisseur of world music and the Tajik cuisine and philosophy Papuan. He stood proudly in front of the head and hegemonic conspiracy transclonique was going overseas, where the coldness of the biotech labs padded basement housed the gestation of the perfect subject of the Empire, with its millions of copies interchangeable ready to swallow everything Hollywood and vianderies Illinois Industrial preparation.
It was also not a matter of belief, but rather comfortable clothes that allow him to feel good in his circle of friends, because there's nothing more comforting than thinking the same thing someone else is like an objective guarantee cutter madness, and if the chances of life would one day have to change the environment - which, conceding it was unlikely - it would have then displayed to other opinions, as we swapped a blue work against a tuxedo if circumstances require. His lack of belief came that, like many members of his class, he never had an indirect contact with reality, filtered through textbooks, newspapers and media. Rape, bankruptcy, serious illness, the struggle for survival, "that gave you a vision of the world. But neither Jean-Claude Verdot nor his girlfriend had been raped, they did not go bankrupt, having never run a business, they were too young to experience a serious illness, and their survival was secured at a level comfortable with the benevolence of the French government.
Thus, for Jean-Claude Verdot, and of course for his girlfriend, there was nothing more degrading for a woman to take her home and devote herself to her children - the liberation of women was through paid work, even when he was looking after other children - but these customs were so repugnant that Jean-Claude regression Verdot knew no woman in this situation, if not quite as temporary because a woman, according to the precepts of psychologists and sociologists, is Motherhood must live if only a few months - because the human being reaches the fullness that the acquisition of a diversified portfolio of valuable experiences. Similarly, none of their friends knew of a woman oppressed by domestic conditions, so that this opinion was still tinged with ineffable coolness brain, the evocation of the suffering of these women stimulated gland no compassion, no more than some conflict where the right distance from each other and crime is reduced to some abstract indignation columnists. Yet, these women certainly existed, since collective responsibility to defend them signed petitions and lawsuits. Simply, their trajectories does not intersect the portion of spacetime known Jean-Claude and his circle of friends. Similarly
Verdot Jean-Claude, his girlfriend and their friends were appalled by racism - as well as homophobia, xenophobia, and antisemitism - but it would be fairer to say that the description was the press who revolted because their open and tolerant, it was extremely unlikely to observe a racist act, even one gifted with telepathy and even if he committed in thought. Consequently, their revolt against racism had the same quality that you feel when an author is unduly die a sympathetic character; news and global phenomena about which they made their decision because they were real and told them, otherwise they had all a fiction because they had experienced any of these facts, nor witnessed any of these phenomena. Jean-Claude
Verdot belonged to the first generation truly atheist and humanist-cons since the Reformation. His grandparents were practicing a routine and obscurantist Catholicism, austere and depressing because stripped of ornaments from the Latin and aesthetics, and his parents had exhausted their souls in pursuit of improbable spirituality, Buddhism, Tantra, Freudianism, for them the Holy Grail would be a Christian but he knew existed in some pure shamanistic tribe with its destitution and therefore guardian of the Absolute since millennia - and they had stacked the books in bookstores smoky gleaned esoteric Boulevard Montparnasse. Of course, there was nothing left, not even a rule of living. Jean-Claude
Verdot himself as a hedonistic citizens. Hedonistic, because only the sensual and intellectual pleasure could give meaning to life which had proved biology she was a superior form, but fatal outcome and the chance of cellular organization, it had nothing original, that's what the materialistic philosophies repeated concern of the general happiness, but Jean- Claude Verdot put him in practice every day by tasting the variety of restaurants in the capital, the fineness of provocative arts and making love with her very proper girlfriend. Citizen, because if he, Jean-Claude Verdot, accesses the sensual and intellectual pleasure, so we can not deprive his equals, his brothers and his ilk, and that only a democratic constitution and mindful of Human Rights guarantees the dignity and pleasure of many.
Since the succession of little pleasures made Jean-Claude Verdot perfectly happy, he naturally wished to others the same existence, and could approve the policy of the state redistributive solidarity, and quality-conscious culture of the masses. He could not conceive that one can forgo a balanced life as well as hers, such as one might prefer to engage in bestial appetites (although these appetites, as taught in Science, were specifically listed by genes in our cellular organization) or to otherwise damaged in asceticism and fasting, or indulge in frenzied financial speculation, or risk his life by exploring dangerous lands, and he did not understand either the lack of compassion of some wealthy cranky (he had never met but read about it in newspapers) that are insensitive to the cultural qualities of the masses, put their money offshore to evade taxes. Yet, the community, unanimously finding their needs well met, had decided to deprive them of unnecessary trinkets to build a better society.
A true gentleman of the Renaissance, that's what it was, as indeed most of the employees of the department. Jean-Claude
Verdot strolls, he went as slowly as possible to the department, he stopped at each showcase antique, he joined every newsagent for cultural magazines to leaf, it consults the map for each restaurant he yawns before the pillars, it gives a cigarette out of the system, he meditates before a selection of properties, he bought an apple, he throws his bag in an apple turnover trash, and, finally, it passes the front door of the department.
At 14.45, he attended a meeting in the presence of the General Delegate to the culture of the region Poitou-Charentes, Head of New Media Contemporary Office and Director General of the action, Felix Rocquencourt.
- People interested too few young contemporary video artists, the company was indignant. There is a pool of talent that goes unnoticed, because the intervention policy of the department is too shy.
- Alas, Madame, the lack of cut ... Rocquencourt.
- ... We exclude people from large parts of contemporary culture, especially in sensitive areas. If one truly wants to train citizens, they must have access to video creation. Therefore, to mobilize them, I propose to organize a festival centered around citizen meetings and debates on the future of the French audiovisual ... The festival is part of the program of collaborative initiatives "the region captivates you, "and constitutes a major social and political construction in the territories ...
Rocquencourt evokes a sad story, which delegated has probably heard a murky business of vandalism, a contemporary art space in a devastated suburb of Pas-de-Calais, nothing remained of the exhibition devoted to a young artist-provocateur artist, his works had been mutilated, doused with urine, feces had been found in a kinetic interactive space, there was millions of damage, counsel for the visual artist-provocateur had sued the council, rumor had the supposed guilt of a militia radical right-wing, others have seen prowling young poor neighborhoods near the contemporary art space, but recanted when the police had interviewed. In short, anyway, to get to the point, a line emergency budget had been allocated for the rehabilitation of the site, and absurdly, inexplicably, was his service to him, Rocquencourt, management concerted action, which had to bear this financial burden, so that despite all the sympathy ... despite the acute awareness ... despite the potential of young Europeans you ... ... understand that the Minister is an elected member of the Pas-de-Calais ...
Three months ago, Felix was a famous seducer Rocquencourt Paris. We delighted in his Armani suits, her chiffon scarves tied around emerald-green neck with calculated neglect, its avant-garde shoes, perfume, a blend of maple sugar and sandalwood exhaled his cheeks still freshly shaven, the fineness of his friendly conversation worthy of a great scholar who did not hide his passion for the Promotion of Culture, or rather cultures, particularly the more disturbing. But Felix Rocquencourt who attended the meeting was gray, wrinkles carved, eye disillusioned because he suffered from a liver tumor metastasis and already pointing the tip of his nose to the lung.
- You're screwed, said the first doctor.
- Nine months, at most, had confirmed a second.
- No chance, had reached the third. Felix
Rocquencourt was mad with rage against himself because he knew he would not die accidentally, or under any genetic determinism, but because at the beginning of summer, its daughter Rocquencourt Anne, married Captain Hervé Berneuil, the fourth regiment of marine infantry paratrooper, an alleged member of the National Republican Movement, and bound for Djibouti - she was four months pregnant.
Oh, she did not miss his chance! He who was educated in tolerance, secularism, respect for pluralism, responsiveness to painful problems of ethnic, racial, and sex (although there were no races, racial minorities existed, social construction of model dominant ideology), but it was not that which made him the most trouble, no, the more painful it was to imagine that brute macho make her come like a dog because it was also his pain, his stripes, his prostration to him, his father, she enjoyed and felt like intolerance reactionary, right full of blind hatred, the dull stupidity that for thousands of years back turned to history, as if the most hateful ideologies, that it was his sacred duty to fight, had voluntarily implemented the deadly canker gnawed his liver at the same time as the seed that would produce lethal God knows what white boy, what a redneck, what Dupont-the-joy, what Poujadist, how satisfied citizens to be, how cynical exploiter, what greedy capitalist ... and now instead of crack, to thunder, instead to act as a father who shows the way he died stupidly, like an intruder, like a guy who bothers who abused the hospitality of another!
But how could he? While all the education he gave to his children was impregnated with the rejection of violence patricarcale based on principles of openness and harmony, free development of their being ? Then he wanted with all his might that his children find their own way, because he was convinced, after digested Tantrism, Jungianism, and Cubism, otherwise we would not build a harmonious society of tomorrow . Well her path, she had found her!
Although each knew that when Felix Rocquencourt, even gray, even a foot in the grave, said no, it meant not, the company clung. She invoked the plight of the neighborhoods, progress galloping illiteracy audiovisual, worrying divide aesthetic imperative morale and local government in mobilizing the artistic and cultural populations, she left a stylish laptop bag in hand, connects in a flash on the video projector, and began a lengthy presentation of the financial statement, creative and citizen of his delegation. When she had finished, Felix Rocquencourt asleep.
After the meeting, Jean-Claude Verdot returned to his office, to finish reading the World. They took coffee with Odile, a young special assistant, and they discussed the difficulties in finding accommodation in Paris. Then he telephoned his girlfriend And they agreed on they would go see the movie this evening and a barbecue to try Lebanese who had just opened. Everything was fine and she had found places for the new staging of Tartuffe - a gaunt Tartuffe, half naked, with shaved heads - to which everyone was rushing and a great outlet in perspective, of especially since we had secured the area around the theater, and the clashes between "inner city youth" and the police, during which dozens of vehicles belonging to residents had soared, and where they had changed many payphones in clusters of crushed glass, were a bad memory.
at 17:15 he left the department as usual and before disappearing into the subway went into the bookstore Bomberg. He loved to leaf through books, rarely venturing to buy because they were too expensive. Three new books came out, the scent of the Apocalypse. One we described a human obese, puffy popcorn and hamburgers, brutish and violent television Manichean, where only the logos of baseball caps differentiated between individuals. The second warned against the global warming of the planet, unfortunate consequence of the selfish greed of American consumers. We promised Dunkirk under water, a hurricane in La Rochelle, the Sahara in Carcassonne, here, villages buried by mudslides; there, the exodus of villagers driven by thirst. He concluded that the West capitalist, imperialist and sexist deserved this punishment, but it was unfair that women, homosexuals and people oppressed by the white man also had to suffer from climate chaos bequeathed by his unconsciousness. The third
we painted a France surrounded by evil interests of multinationals, which had only one goal: to increase their profits by inundating us GM foods as poisonous qu'aseptisés, by inflicting their propaganda films, and their hypocritical diplomacy worship of the market. The French should stick together under the leadership of the government to collectively defend their food and cultural achievements. Frontlines was the Ministry of Culture of Solidarity, the guarantor of the audiovisual landscape and pluralistic diversity of artistic expression. Jean-Claude Verdot was sort of a crusader Kulturkampf Worldwide, subsidies that were distributed as ammunition in the hands of the valiant soldiers of Europe under siege.
He rested the book, having just to silence a sense of patriotic excitement. He walked along the radius with contempt management, where the exalted zero defects, total quality control, business plans and the role of the pyramid of needs in the new managerial forms, then the radius fulfillment, stacking methods Coué cons stress, back pain, depression, melancholy, magnesium deficiency and deflation marriage. It swerved at the height of a Humanitarian display - an epidemic of any kind - and stopped at the philosophy department. It was only ontological phenomenology of knowledge, prescience and conscience, cognitive limitations of the in-itself of self, cognitive physiology of the transcendence of Being, critical deconstruction of categorical imperatives, ontology physiological deconstruction, psychoanalysis phenomenological ... of being a priest in a cassock
, how such a thing could really exist in the early third millennium, looking through a box of metaphysical nonsense - at the time of brain chemistry, artificial intelligence and data analysis! - And he turned to him staring at him. What he mingled? As a priest does not entitle him to look at it this way, it was not owner of his conscience, and why he smiled, which he held this right of intrusion?
- Goldstein!
- How are you?
- I did not recognize you ... beards ...
- You did not expect to see me in this garb, is not it?
- You, the brightest of our promotion ... priest?
- And Jesuit, and more!
- But everyone saw you Inspector of Finance, what a mess!
Goldstein laughed.
- This is not the Inspectorate of Finance is concerned that good and evil, let alone the Hereafter!
He did not know how they found themselves face-to-head in a cafe. And he had one fear, passing by a colleague not to recognize it, it was rumored that Opus Dei tried to infiltrate the Ministry of culture and solidarity.
- Twenty-three years, "said Goldstein, I divorce. In accordance with the law, "justice" of men took away my child, my room and half of what I had. I took refuge in reading. The Bible first, but also a Summa Theologica, the Criticón , written by a 17th century English Jesuit, Baltasar Gracian. This work is, if you will, the negation of Darwinism, it describes a creation by putting God at the service of man. The air is transparent, so that man can see the plants grow so that the man eats, the stones were created for man made himself a house ...
- This is what ' called coevolution, "interrupted Jean-Claude which was reminiscent of the scientific section of the newspaper Le Monde.
- If you like. But what I decided, this is not the Bible nor the Criticón, these are the books I read on the theory of relativity. The afterlife exists. Physicists have discovered many more dimensions to the universe than the four which we are confined. We are on the surface of a balloon expanding, whose deformations create gravitational fields, piles of material, local conditions necessary for life. We can not even conceive what it is like inside the balloon. Free men to explore the surface and is rich in lessons. But it's inside that interests me is the center of the balloon that is hidden God, not to the Inspectorate of Finance albeit think the arrival of fresh Péteux that pour in each year ENA . Besides it is shown that the universe was an initial moment, before which there was nothing, not even the weather, a tremendous explosion, where I see the will of a supreme intelligence.
"The poor thing has lost her mind," thought Verdot. Goldstein's monologue reminded him of this syndrome described in the newspaper Le Monde, and he had forgotten the name. This disease came from an area of the brain that normally does not work, do not work. Women who were claimed to communicate with the living Christ. We had developed a hormonal drug that restored the inertia of the area. For
Verdot, the man was a complex network of molecules, a result of millions of years of natural selection and mutations. There was no mystery, nor beyond good and evil were mere social constructions. Simply, the network had achieved the most remarkable complexity, consciousness and conscience was born the desire for immortality, the father of all religions and other metaphysical cosmologies. The reason was that the man that got interested in one thing: pleasure, and he could thank the kind that the complexity of its neuronal organization would allow him to rise above the bestial enjoyment, and taste pleasures of arts and letters, ie culture, including the Ministry of Culture of Solidarity was the guarantor, the curator and instigator, duly mandated by the community.
The refinement of a scallop of veal with truffles or framing of the latest movie Markowicz, the connotations intellectual of the new staging of Miser or Tartuffe (or Dream of a Summer Night ), the libidinous delight of a Persian poem, or the incongruous flavors of a Côte-Rôtie, as the next transgressions Sung-Jun videographer artist, is what justifies the existence not absurd quest of what was inside the balloon where nobody would ever . Jean-Claude
Verdot, proud of his deep humanism and aware of the privileges of his ilk, able to appreciate the real pleasures, burning them to share the greatest number in Paris and in the Territories (whose construction was left unfinished and which reactionary forces were still powerful), so he worked at the Ministry of culture and solidarity.
Before leaving, he exchanged Goldstein and their addresses. He found his girlfriend in the tail of cinema. They saw the last Markowicz, crowned by the criticism, a chronicle of a woman adrift in search of sexual identity in post-adolescence. The Ministry of Culture of Solidarity's work Markowicz funded at 45%, while the Centre National Expressions Audiovisual contributed to 25%. The remaining 30% came from television rights and income indoors because Markowicz was one of the most prominent filmmakers.
his return home, they listened to the information. A gang of thugs had just savagely murdered a little old. They had sodomized in turn, then he had broken bones with rifle baseball bat, and finally, some had dragged his body in the car, while others set fire to his house. Jean-Claude
Verdot did not understand that a little old unconsciousness had to live in such problem areas. Why does the pension fund had it not warning? And the government, why does he not spent more money to support adolescents in neighborhoods? The Ministry of Cultures Partners certainly had funded many interventions, street festivals where young people take back the furniture, courses in social plurality Far East, marathons hip-hop in favor of local associations. But Jean-Claude thought, they are all actors of civil society should be mobilized. His girlfriend
was fully agree with him, but to steer a conversation on the scandal of mink farms. She was appalled by the commodification of endangered species, for pleasure and narcissistic claims venal bourgeois bitches. She went on the suffering of animals in general, and particularly that of battery chickens. Jean-Claude nodded silently. He wanted to make love. They made love every time it was from him that they turned from their output. But this time, at home, there was work, so it was not safe to make love. They did, however, and it was once again very suitable very satisfactory, although somewhat less than last time.
The next day, reassuring news appeared in the newspaper Le Monde . The old woman had, according to reliable sources, caused the young by asking them to lower their music. The neighborhoods were not as dangerous as want to believe some press retrograde.
He was about to live as he had decided tomorrow would be a variant of today, there are Chinese restaurants, pizzerias, hippopotamus; American comedies behind the Carrefour de l'Odeon; updates Directed by the Miser that call into question the previous stagings of the Miser ; conversations with friends in smoky pubs, a drink of beer you might wonder how to promote citizen vigilance; of feverish wanderings among the joyous din of the music festival, at the date and time when the government has decided, scheming to attend shows without queuing, others scheming to obtain public housing in the City of Paris, others also scheming to exit office one hour before anyone else, to avoid congestion in departure weekend, and then many other shenanigans finally, just for fun.
A life dedicated to the only thing that was worth the pain, pleasure, a life where every new pleasure chase the precedent at a time when people began to get tired of a life where even thrive in idleness the improbable open-air museum where the welfare and the ministry of culture and solidarity, had wanted him to live.
He certainly had to sacrifice a few years in the preparation of entrance examination. Learning to talk about a book you did not read, summarize a trial without substance, to discourse learnedly of interest being careful not to define it, write a text which, in another context, in a world where people would be given to the meaning of neologisms learned it uses, might have a sense, but, fortunately, had none since and it has no powers of the Ministry of Cultures Partners to produce meaning, it would compete with the creators it subsidizes, and prejudicial to pluralism.
While devoting his life to pleasure, Jean-Claude Verdot nevertheless had some ideas (like his girlfriend). It was against the car, when he needed that he borrowed from a friend. The city would revert to pastoral paradise where one could walk at ease among street entertainment and exotic smells. The party would move the heart of urban centers, the use of citizen-friendly environment. Thanks to scholarly bladders, mounds, tubes and other deterrents ingenious ways of coercion, we repress the cars on the edge of the city, never to let that public transport and youth on wheels. Jean-Claude Verdot also thought that a world government would establish universal brotherhood soon. This was certainly a vague intuition, but applauded the deepening and enlargement of the European Union, he hoped the advent of the new European man, who has scrapped all its conflicts hung, replaced by a new struggle for a better world environmentally friendly and minorities. But this was only a step, because the international community would unite one day and finally found the planetary body that would abolish war, the ozone hole and the selfishness that would end with genocide, discrimination and verbal insult.
He believed in diversity cultural and linguistic, that UNESCO should defend at the same time as the traditional lifestyles at risk. The new European man would be as diverse inside and outside, he spoke several languages, is a connoisseur of world music and the Tajik cuisine and philosophy Papuan. He stood proudly in front of the head and hegemonic conspiracy transclonique was going overseas, where the coldness of the biotech labs padded basement housed the gestation of the perfect subject of the Empire, with its millions of copies interchangeable ready to swallow everything Hollywood and vianderies Illinois Industrial preparation.
It was also not a matter of belief, but rather comfortable clothes that allow him to feel good in his circle of friends, because there's nothing more comforting than thinking the same thing someone else is like an objective guarantee cutter madness, and if the chances of life would one day have to change the environment - which, conceding it was unlikely - it would have then displayed to other opinions, as we swapped a blue work against a tuxedo if circumstances require. His lack of belief came that, like many members of his class, he never had an indirect contact with reality, filtered through textbooks, newspapers and media. Rape, bankruptcy, serious illness, the struggle for survival, "that gave you a vision of the world. But neither Jean-Claude Verdot nor his girlfriend had been raped, they did not go bankrupt, having never run a business, they were too young to experience a serious illness, and their survival was secured at a level comfortable with the benevolence of the French government.
Thus, for Jean-Claude Verdot, and of course for his girlfriend, there was nothing more degrading for a woman to take her home and devote herself to her children - the liberation of women was through paid work, even when he was looking after other children - but these customs were so repugnant that Jean-Claude regression Verdot knew no woman in this situation, if not quite as temporary because a woman, according to the precepts of psychologists and sociologists, is Motherhood must live if only a few months - because the human being reaches the fullness that the acquisition of a diversified portfolio of valuable experiences. Similarly, none of their friends knew of a woman oppressed by domestic conditions, so that this opinion was still tinged with ineffable coolness brain, the evocation of the suffering of these women stimulated gland no compassion, no more than some conflict where the right distance from each other and crime is reduced to some abstract indignation columnists. Yet, these women certainly existed, since collective responsibility to defend them signed petitions and lawsuits. Simply, their trajectories does not intersect the portion of spacetime known Jean-Claude and his circle of friends. Similarly
Verdot Jean-Claude, his girlfriend and their friends were appalled by racism - as well as homophobia, xenophobia, and antisemitism - but it would be fairer to say that the description was the press who revolted because their open and tolerant, it was extremely unlikely to observe a racist act, even one gifted with telepathy and even if he committed in thought. Consequently, their revolt against racism had the same quality that you feel when an author is unduly die a sympathetic character; news and global phenomena about which they made their decision because they were real and told them, otherwise they had all a fiction because they had experienced any of these facts, nor witnessed any of these phenomena. Jean-Claude
Verdot belonged to the first generation truly atheist and humanist-cons since the Reformation. His grandparents were practicing a routine and obscurantist Catholicism, austere and depressing because stripped of ornaments from the Latin and aesthetics, and his parents had exhausted their souls in pursuit of improbable spirituality, Buddhism, Tantra, Freudianism, for them the Holy Grail would be a Christian but he knew existed in some pure shamanistic tribe with its destitution and therefore guardian of the Absolute since millennia - and they had stacked the books in bookstores smoky gleaned esoteric Boulevard Montparnasse. Of course, there was nothing left, not even a rule of living. Jean-Claude
Verdot himself as a hedonistic citizens. Hedonistic, because only the sensual and intellectual pleasure could give meaning to life which had proved biology she was a superior form, but fatal outcome and the chance of cellular organization, it had nothing original, that's what the materialistic philosophies repeated concern of the general happiness, but Jean- Claude Verdot put him in practice every day by tasting the variety of restaurants in the capital, the fineness of provocative arts and making love with her very proper girlfriend. Citizen, because if he, Jean-Claude Verdot, accesses the sensual and intellectual pleasure, so we can not deprive his equals, his brothers and his ilk, and that only a democratic constitution and mindful of Human Rights guarantees the dignity and pleasure of many.
Since the succession of little pleasures made Jean-Claude Verdot perfectly happy, he naturally wished to others the same existence, and could approve the policy of the state redistributive solidarity, and quality-conscious culture of the masses. He could not conceive that one can forgo a balanced life as well as hers, such as one might prefer to engage in bestial appetites (although these appetites, as taught in Science, were specifically listed by genes in our cellular organization) or to otherwise damaged in asceticism and fasting, or indulge in frenzied financial speculation, or risk his life by exploring dangerous lands, and he did not understand either the lack of compassion of some wealthy cranky (he had never met but read about it in newspapers) that are insensitive to the cultural qualities of the masses, put their money offshore to evade taxes. Yet, the community, unanimously finding their needs well met, had decided to deprive them of unnecessary trinkets to build a better society.
A true gentleman of the Renaissance, that's what it was, as indeed most of the employees of the department. Jean-Claude
Verdot strolls, he went as slowly as possible to the department, he stopped at each showcase antique, he joined every newsagent for cultural magazines to leaf, it consults the map for each restaurant he yawns before the pillars, it gives a cigarette out of the system, he meditates before a selection of properties, he bought an apple, he throws his bag in an apple turnover trash, and, finally, it passes the front door of the department.
At 14.45, he attended a meeting in the presence of the General Delegate to the culture of the region Poitou-Charentes, Head of New Media Contemporary Office and Director General of the action, Felix Rocquencourt.
- People interested too few young contemporary video artists, the company was indignant. There is a pool of talent that goes unnoticed, because the intervention policy of the department is too shy.
- Alas, Madame, the lack of cut ... Rocquencourt.
- ... We exclude people from large parts of contemporary culture, especially in sensitive areas. If one truly wants to train citizens, they must have access to video creation. Therefore, to mobilize them, I propose to organize a festival centered around citizen meetings and debates on the future of the French audiovisual ... The festival is part of the program of collaborative initiatives "the region captivates you, "and constitutes a major social and political construction in the territories ...
Rocquencourt evokes a sad story, which delegated has probably heard a murky business of vandalism, a contemporary art space in a devastated suburb of Pas-de-Calais, nothing remained of the exhibition devoted to a young artist-provocateur artist, his works had been mutilated, doused with urine, feces had been found in a kinetic interactive space, there was millions of damage, counsel for the visual artist-provocateur had sued the council, rumor had the supposed guilt of a militia radical right-wing, others have seen prowling young poor neighborhoods near the contemporary art space, but recanted when the police had interviewed. In short, anyway, to get to the point, a line emergency budget had been allocated for the rehabilitation of the site, and absurdly, inexplicably, was his service to him, Rocquencourt, management concerted action, which had to bear this financial burden, so that despite all the sympathy ... despite the acute awareness ... despite the potential of young Europeans you ... ... understand that the Minister is an elected member of the Pas-de-Calais ...
Three months ago, Felix was a famous seducer Rocquencourt Paris. We delighted in his Armani suits, her chiffon scarves tied around emerald-green neck with calculated neglect, its avant-garde shoes, perfume, a blend of maple sugar and sandalwood exhaled his cheeks still freshly shaven, the fineness of his friendly conversation worthy of a great scholar who did not hide his passion for the Promotion of Culture, or rather cultures, particularly the more disturbing. But Felix Rocquencourt who attended the meeting was gray, wrinkles carved, eye disillusioned because he suffered from a liver tumor metastasis and already pointing the tip of his nose to the lung.
- You're screwed, said the first doctor.
- Nine months, at most, had confirmed a second.
- No chance, had reached the third. Felix
Rocquencourt was mad with rage against himself because he knew he would not die accidentally, or under any genetic determinism, but because at the beginning of summer, its daughter Rocquencourt Anne, married Captain Hervé Berneuil, the fourth regiment of marine infantry paratrooper, an alleged member of the National Republican Movement, and bound for Djibouti - she was four months pregnant.
Oh, she did not miss his chance! He who was educated in tolerance, secularism, respect for pluralism, responsiveness to painful problems of ethnic, racial, and sex (although there were no races, racial minorities existed, social construction of model dominant ideology), but it was not that which made him the most trouble, no, the more painful it was to imagine that brute macho make her come like a dog because it was also his pain, his stripes, his prostration to him, his father, she enjoyed and felt like intolerance reactionary, right full of blind hatred, the dull stupidity that for thousands of years back turned to history, as if the most hateful ideologies, that it was his sacred duty to fight, had voluntarily implemented the deadly canker gnawed his liver at the same time as the seed that would produce lethal God knows what white boy, what a redneck, what Dupont-the-joy, what Poujadist, how satisfied citizens to be, how cynical exploiter, what greedy capitalist ... and now instead of crack, to thunder, instead to act as a father who shows the way he died stupidly, like an intruder, like a guy who bothers who abused the hospitality of another!
But how could he? While all the education he gave to his children was impregnated with the rejection of violence patricarcale based on principles of openness and harmony, free development of their being ? Then he wanted with all his might that his children find their own way, because he was convinced, after digested Tantrism, Jungianism, and Cubism, otherwise we would not build a harmonious society of tomorrow . Well her path, she had found her!
Although each knew that when Felix Rocquencourt, even gray, even a foot in the grave, said no, it meant not, the company clung. She invoked the plight of the neighborhoods, progress galloping illiteracy audiovisual, worrying divide aesthetic imperative morale and local government in mobilizing the artistic and cultural populations, she left a stylish laptop bag in hand, connects in a flash on the video projector, and began a lengthy presentation of the financial statement, creative and citizen of his delegation. When she had finished, Felix Rocquencourt asleep.
After the meeting, Jean-Claude Verdot returned to his office, to finish reading the World. They took coffee with Odile, a young special assistant, and they discussed the difficulties in finding accommodation in Paris. Then he telephoned his girlfriend And they agreed on they would go see the movie this evening and a barbecue to try Lebanese who had just opened. Everything was fine and she had found places for the new staging of Tartuffe - a gaunt Tartuffe, half naked, with shaved heads - to which everyone was rushing and a great outlet in perspective, of especially since we had secured the area around the theater, and the clashes between "inner city youth" and the police, during which dozens of vehicles belonging to residents had soared, and where they had changed many payphones in clusters of crushed glass, were a bad memory.
at 17:15 he left the department as usual and before disappearing into the subway went into the bookstore Bomberg. He loved to leaf through books, rarely venturing to buy because they were too expensive. Three new books came out, the scent of the Apocalypse. One we described a human obese, puffy popcorn and hamburgers, brutish and violent television Manichean, where only the logos of baseball caps differentiated between individuals. The second warned against the global warming of the planet, unfortunate consequence of the selfish greed of American consumers. We promised Dunkirk under water, a hurricane in La Rochelle, the Sahara in Carcassonne, here, villages buried by mudslides; there, the exodus of villagers driven by thirst. He concluded that the West capitalist, imperialist and sexist deserved this punishment, but it was unfair that women, homosexuals and people oppressed by the white man also had to suffer from climate chaos bequeathed by his unconsciousness. The third
we painted a France surrounded by evil interests of multinationals, which had only one goal: to increase their profits by inundating us GM foods as poisonous qu'aseptisés, by inflicting their propaganda films, and their hypocritical diplomacy worship of the market. The French should stick together under the leadership of the government to collectively defend their food and cultural achievements. Frontlines was the Ministry of Culture of Solidarity, the guarantor of the audiovisual landscape and pluralistic diversity of artistic expression. Jean-Claude Verdot was sort of a crusader Kulturkampf Worldwide, subsidies that were distributed as ammunition in the hands of the valiant soldiers of Europe under siege.
He rested the book, having just to silence a sense of patriotic excitement. He walked along the radius with contempt management, where the exalted zero defects, total quality control, business plans and the role of the pyramid of needs in the new managerial forms, then the radius fulfillment, stacking methods Coué cons stress, back pain, depression, melancholy, magnesium deficiency and deflation marriage. It swerved at the height of a Humanitarian display - an epidemic of any kind - and stopped at the philosophy department. It was only ontological phenomenology of knowledge, prescience and conscience, cognitive limitations of the in-itself of self, cognitive physiology of the transcendence of Being, critical deconstruction of categorical imperatives, ontology physiological deconstruction, psychoanalysis phenomenological ... of being a priest in a cassock
, how such a thing could really exist in the early third millennium, looking through a box of metaphysical nonsense - at the time of brain chemistry, artificial intelligence and data analysis! - And he turned to him staring at him. What he mingled? As a priest does not entitle him to look at it this way, it was not owner of his conscience, and why he smiled, which he held this right of intrusion?
- Goldstein!
- How are you?
- I did not recognize you ... beards ...
- You did not expect to see me in this garb, is not it?
- You, the brightest of our promotion ... priest?
- And Jesuit, and more!
- But everyone saw you Inspector of Finance, what a mess!
Goldstein laughed.
- This is not the Inspectorate of Finance is concerned that good and evil, let alone the Hereafter!
He did not know how they found themselves face-to-head in a cafe. And he had one fear, passing by a colleague not to recognize it, it was rumored that Opus Dei tried to infiltrate the Ministry of culture and solidarity.
- Twenty-three years, "said Goldstein, I divorce. In accordance with the law, "justice" of men took away my child, my room and half of what I had. I took refuge in reading. The Bible first, but also a Summa Theologica, the Criticón , written by a 17th century English Jesuit, Baltasar Gracian. This work is, if you will, the negation of Darwinism, it describes a creation by putting God at the service of man. The air is transparent, so that man can see the plants grow so that the man eats, the stones were created for man made himself a house ...
- This is what ' called coevolution, "interrupted Jean-Claude which was reminiscent of the scientific section of the newspaper Le Monde.
- If you like. But what I decided, this is not the Bible nor the Criticón, these are the books I read on the theory of relativity. The afterlife exists. Physicists have discovered many more dimensions to the universe than the four which we are confined. We are on the surface of a balloon expanding, whose deformations create gravitational fields, piles of material, local conditions necessary for life. We can not even conceive what it is like inside the balloon. Free men to explore the surface and is rich in lessons. But it's inside that interests me is the center of the balloon that is hidden God, not to the Inspectorate of Finance albeit think the arrival of fresh Péteux that pour in each year ENA . Besides it is shown that the universe was an initial moment, before which there was nothing, not even the weather, a tremendous explosion, where I see the will of a supreme intelligence.
"The poor thing has lost her mind," thought Verdot. Goldstein's monologue reminded him of this syndrome described in the newspaper Le Monde, and he had forgotten the name. This disease came from an area of the brain that normally does not work, do not work. Women who were claimed to communicate with the living Christ. We had developed a hormonal drug that restored the inertia of the area. For
Verdot, the man was a complex network of molecules, a result of millions of years of natural selection and mutations. There was no mystery, nor beyond good and evil were mere social constructions. Simply, the network had achieved the most remarkable complexity, consciousness and conscience was born the desire for immortality, the father of all religions and other metaphysical cosmologies. The reason was that the man that got interested in one thing: pleasure, and he could thank the kind that the complexity of its neuronal organization would allow him to rise above the bestial enjoyment, and taste pleasures of arts and letters, ie culture, including the Ministry of Culture of Solidarity was the guarantor, the curator and instigator, duly mandated by the community.
The refinement of a scallop of veal with truffles or framing of the latest movie Markowicz, the connotations intellectual of the new staging of Miser or Tartuffe (or Dream of a Summer Night ), the libidinous delight of a Persian poem, or the incongruous flavors of a Côte-Rôtie, as the next transgressions Sung-Jun videographer artist, is what justifies the existence not absurd quest of what was inside the balloon where nobody would ever . Jean-Claude
Verdot, proud of his deep humanism and aware of the privileges of his ilk, able to appreciate the real pleasures, burning them to share the greatest number in Paris and in the Territories (whose construction was left unfinished and which reactionary forces were still powerful), so he worked at the Ministry of culture and solidarity.
Before leaving, he exchanged Goldstein and their addresses. He found his girlfriend in the tail of cinema. They saw the last Markowicz, crowned by the criticism, a chronicle of a woman adrift in search of sexual identity in post-adolescence. The Ministry of Culture of Solidarity's work Markowicz funded at 45%, while the Centre National Expressions Audiovisual contributed to 25%. The remaining 30% came from television rights and income indoors because Markowicz was one of the most prominent filmmakers.
his return home, they listened to the information. A gang of thugs had just savagely murdered a little old. They had sodomized in turn, then he had broken bones with rifle baseball bat, and finally, some had dragged his body in the car, while others set fire to his house. Jean-Claude
Verdot did not understand that a little old unconsciousness had to live in such problem areas. Why does the pension fund had it not warning? And the government, why does he not spent more money to support adolescents in neighborhoods? The Ministry of Cultures Partners certainly had funded many interventions, street festivals where young people take back the furniture, courses in social plurality Far East, marathons hip-hop in favor of local associations. But Jean-Claude thought, they are all actors of civil society should be mobilized. His girlfriend
was fully agree with him, but to steer a conversation on the scandal of mink farms. She was appalled by the commodification of endangered species, for pleasure and narcissistic claims venal bourgeois bitches. She went on the suffering of animals in general, and particularly that of battery chickens. Jean-Claude nodded silently. He wanted to make love. They made love every time it was from him that they turned from their output. But this time, at home, there was work, so it was not safe to make love. They did, however, and it was once again very suitable very satisfactory, although somewhat less than last time.
The next day, reassuring news appeared in the newspaper Le Monde . The old woman had, according to reliable sources, caused the young by asking them to lower their music. The neighborhoods were not as dangerous as want to believe some press retrograde.
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