dreamt of a labyrinth- like bookstore and was happy. Then woke in Vichy, France--- Autumn, 1940. Frankly, he's unlucky--- more dreamer than schemer, equating scheming with Capital. Which is why he's at this sealed- off border, crossing into the only country which will have him. His suicide "so profoundly moved the guards," they allowed his comrades passage into Spain, god damn them. Were his books with his "unintelligible marginalia" beside him? Unintelligible to whom?

Self alienation has reached a point that it experiences its own destruction as aesthetic pleasure. Fascism aestheticizes politics which culminates in one thing: War.