"Haven't we shed enough tears over the disenchantment of the world? Haven't we frightened ourselves enough with the poor European thrust into a cold soulless cosmos, wandering on an inert planet in a world devoid of meaning?"
"Haven't we shivered enough before the spectacle of the mechanized proletarian who is subject to the absolute domination of a mechanized capitalism and a Kafkaesque bureaucracy, abandoned smack in the middle of language games, lost in cement and formica? "
"Haven't we felt sorry enough for the consumer who leaves his car only to move to the sofa in the TV room, manipulated by the powers of the media and postindustrial society?! How we love to wear the hairshirt of the absurd, what greater pleasure we take in postmodern nonsense!"
"[But] how *could* we be capable of disenchanting the world, when every day our laboratories and our
factories populate the world with hundreds of hybrids stranger than those of the day before? Is Boyle's air pump any less strange than the Arapesh spirit houses?"
- Bruno Latour