no sainted

"There are no saints (in Goya's work) . . . and no heroes either-only mortals whose desires are all too clearly
defined to the petty vanities of the world."

.. the writer twists language, makes it vibrate.. rends...

We were not taught to speak bbut to bbbbbbabble _ and only by listening to the swelling noise of the age and bleached by the foam onthe crest of its wave did we acquire a language Mandestam in


Prof. Deleuze and Schizo Analyst Felix.

But confides to the ear of the future ,