of	history'	was	in	the
nineteenth	century	a	reactionary	and
ridiculous	belief,	at	a	time
when	so	many	powerful	social
movements	were	stirring	up	the
masses.	Today's	pseudo-rebels	are	well
aware	of	this,	thanks	to
hearsay	or	a	few	books,
and	believe	that	it	remains
true	for	eternity.	They	refuse
to	recognize	the	real	praxis
of	their	time;	it	is
too	sad	for	their	cold
hopes.	The	state	notes	this
fact,	and	plays	on	it. When
almost	every	aspect	of	international
political	life	and	ever	more
important	aspects	of	internal	politics
are	conducted	and	displayed	in
the	style	of	the	secret
services,	with	decoys,	disinformation	and
double	explanations	(one	may	conceal
another,	or	may	only	seem
to)	the	spectacle	confines	itself
to	revealing	a	wearisome	world
of	necessary	incomprehensibility.	This	tedious
series	of	lifeless,	inconclusive	crime
novels	has	all	the	dramatic
interest	of	a	realistically	staged
fight	between	blacks,	at	night,