Sunday, February 3, 2008

Even I can enjoy narratives once in awhile...

From Deleuze & Guattari's A Thousand Plateaus:

"Disarticulated, deterritorialized, Challenger muttered that he was taking the earth with him, that he was leaving for the mysterious world, his poison garden. He whispered something else: it is by headlong flight that things progress and signs proliferate. Panic is creation. A young woman cried out, her face 'convulsded with a wilder, deeper, and more hideous epilepsy of stark panic than they had seen on human countenance before.' No one had heard the summary, and no one tried to keep Challenger from leaving. Challenger, or what remained of him, slowly hurried toward the plane of consistency, following a bizarre trajectory with nothing relative left about it." (73)

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