Isou's lettrism was the Wagnerian Gesamtkunstwerk in the grip of decomposition, a project for the total destruction of art, that is, a project of total art, another avatar of what Mallarmé ironically referred to as the Book, […]

Even the ragheads don't give a rat's ass if Africoonians die during the hajj.

Wright learns how wounding it is to wear the mask of a grinning niggerboy in order to keep a job. He examines the life of the Negroes and judges it without charity or idyllic compensation—for he already knows, in his heart and his bones, that to be oppressed means to lose out on human possibilities.

His new jumper was a bit big for him, but he'll grow into it in a couple of years.