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Torn the veil of Maya, he discovers that beneath it there is nothing, less than nothing. But he enjoys that nothing, and with furious joy, because it is the only real thing. This is not a book, in the usual sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a spit in the face of Art, a kick to Divinity, to Man, to Destiny, to Time, to Love, to Beauty... to whatever you please.
Torn the veil of Maya, he discovers that beneath it there is nothing, less than nothing. But he enjoys that nothing, and with furious joy, because it is the only real thing.
This is not a book, in the usual sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a spit in the face of Art, a kick to Divinity, to Man, to Destiny, to Time, to Love, to Beauty... to whatever you please.
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The travesty presented to us this time around. A 150-minute film that put to sleep three, I say three, times those who accompanied me to the theater.
The travesty presented to us this time around.
A 150-minute film that put to sleep three, I say three, times those who accompanied me to the theater.
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