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Travelling all over the world, I have little time to get out of the dream that life is, a virtual reality dream or a real virtuality dream, a dream all the same in which you can easily get bruised by some spiritual projectiles that are sharper and more cutting than any knife in the world. Be careful when you go out not to fall on a bad bad badder boy or a mad mad madder girl who may turn you into … Read moreTravelling all over the world, I have little time to get out of the dream that life is, a virtual reality dream or a real virtuality dream, a dream all the same in which you can easily get bruised by some spiritual projectiles that are sharper and more cutting than any knife in the world. Be careful when you go out not to fall on a bad bad badder boy or a mad mad madder girl who may turn you into some kind of clown, fool or baboon. Think twenty times before speaking and turn your tongue in your brain twenty one time before thinking. And if you meet Bob Dylan's Lady Lay, make sure he/she has the gender you want and care for, because nowadays they have replaced two sexes by so many gneders you may get confused. And do not forget that any Dr, doctor or not, can be who knows what, you name it you have it.
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This genre of singing recital for a woman standing in a bourgeois or aristocratic salon next to a piano accompanying her song was popular in the 19th century in France and England. Gabriel Fauré yielded to the genre and committed (exactly the right word) some music of this type to some songs. The fashion has long been dead. These songs are all too short to have any dramatic dimension. They are all locked up in some monocolour if not monoculmar presentation. The voice, here a mezzosoprano and it would not be different with a soprano, is extremely monotonous, at times close to being forced, and with no dramatic expression at all especially since the music does not have such a… Read more
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A good thriller but lacking the police expertise we expect from thrillers today. It all hinges on one detail that the main woman knows and does not communicate to the main cop : a tattoo that this main cop wears. She is of course right to believe this is a detail that identifies the killer, but she is wrong because there is nothing more or less common than one particular tattoo. And she causes at least one death and puts herself in jeopardy. The rhythm of the film is intense and intensely punctuated with sex, or sexually explicit scenes, though they remain tamed in spite of this explicitness. The point is to know why she makes this mistake of not telling the cop the element that identifies… Read more
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
This book is the Bible of the mediatic electric age and it has to be read as such, that is to say with a grain of salt from time to time. Marshall McLuhan shows first of all that all inventions, all activities of man are extensions of something in his body: the hand, the arm, the foot, the eye, the nose, the ear, and of course the skin and the central nervous system. He then moves to showing that the mechanical age started with the wheel as the extension of man's feet and legs, when this wheel was plugged onto some mechanical source of energy, be it natural like stream-water, or be it man-made and artificial like the steam-engine or the internal-combustion-engine. But this very mechanical… Read more
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