There was an exhibit, the title was ‘Everything that I stole from you’, and the artist was exhibiting stolen objects, and he stated where they were stolen, from whom, etc.; it was an exhibit of theft. So obviously it was museified. It was a ready-made. Rather than a bottle-rack, it was theft that was on display, as social action. And so something that was alive was museified . . . Today’s museum has no more boundaries, and we know that there are entire communities that have been anthropologically museified, as patrimony.

The dirty secret of the internet is that all this distraction and interruption is immensely profitable. Web companies like to boast about […], or offering services that let you […], share the things you love with the world and so on. But the real way to build a successful online business is to be better than your rivals at undermining people's control of their own attention.

The next day the train to Tung-kuan was stopped and evacuated several times as Japanese planes flew overhead. In Tung-kuan they waited thirty-six hours in an empty mail car for the train to Lin Fen.

The vassals or tenants collected in the hall for Christmas masking and mumming—the peasant gathering that May-day called out upon the green, drew together ranks whose distance, in our day, occasions forgetfulness on one side, and discontent on the other.