My get-out-of-jail-free card reads: "Baroqueux."

Pierre, DCB, Lights out in Wonderland. London: Faber & Faber, 2010, pp. 4-5. 

[Sequel to Vernon God Little].

[…] Deep down we know it well: for over a decade we've merely reheated the past, glorifying our hundred best moments over and over like the elderly with snaps of their frolicking days, unconsciously saying goodbye.

Yes, it's over: profit won the game, but like an infection, killed its host. We were the host. Quality died out because we relinquished the right to filter our own choices; profit became the filter of all choice. Truth died out because we no longer filter true experience; media profit became the filter. The infection found every human receptor, bound to every protein of existence, sucking them dry to feed corporate tumours immunised against us by government. Now the host is a carcass, the market a bacterial enzyme. So adieu!

Now watch the lights dim in Wonderland. [... ]

Le géant, Encelade le rebelle subit un infini tourment, 

scène chaotique, dramatique, tout en mouvement. 

Le bassin rond s'inscrit dans un octogone, 

une succession de formes géométriques 

qui illustrent le retour à l'ordre et à l'harmonie. 

La force sauvage est terrassée par les dieux ... ou le Roi-Soleil.