The careless purveyors of high culture are presented with clear alternatives. One of them is finally to be fixed as the harmless class, the dangerous harmless class, the social and historical scum; for the most part, the bribed flunkey (tool)of reactionary intrigue, the worst of all possible allies, absolutely venal and absolutely cunning, a wholly indefinite disintegrated mass thrown here and there, rich and poor, offal, organ-grinders, rag-pickers, mountebanks… The helpless dregs who turn in circles between suicide and a tedious madness incapable of the uncritical violence which is their true heritage, a plague zone which can’t be cleansed by the plague. Or they can seldom find their way around the countryside, recognise that they are a non-working, not-working class — penny capitalists — and ask themselves what that means: become people in process.

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