I want to destroy the whole mentality on which The New Yorker and most of public human consciousness – the bits that we're told to look at by people who already have most people looking at them – rest.
How can this be done?
To be able to show the world that the people on the stage are worthless cunts who have just elbowed their way on to the stage to bathe in limelight, you have to elbow your way onto the stage to bathe in limelight.
[Paces up and down, stroking chin. "What to do? What to do?"]
