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a document of barbarism

[...] The nature of this sadness stands out more clearly if one asks with whom the adherents of historicism actually empathize. The answer is inevitable: with the victor. And all rulers are the heirs of those who conquered before them. Hence, empathy with the victor invariably benefits the rulers. …

—p.256 Illuminations: Essays and Reflections Theses on the Philosophy of History (253) by Walter Benjamin
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the image of enslaved ancestors

Not man or men but the struggling, oppressed class itself is the depository of historical knowledge. In Marx it appears as the last enslaved class, as the avenger that completes the task of liberation in the name of generations of the downtrodden. This conviction, which had a brief resurgence in th…

—p.260 Theses on the Philosophy of History (253) by Walter Benjamin
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a loneliness which pulls the world down into its vortex inspo/criticism

Since the spiritual exercises of Loyola there has hardly been a more radical attempt at self-absorption. Proust's, too, has as its center a loneliness which pulls the world down into its vortex with the force of a maelstrom. And the overloud and inconceivably hollow chatter which comes roaring out …

—p.212 The Image of Proust (201) by Walter Benjamin
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lost in this mean world

The man who wrote these pieces was no flaneur. They embody, in ironic form, the same experiences which Baudelaire put into this sentence, without any trimmings and in passing: "Perdu dans ce vila in monde, coudoye par les fouIes, je suis comme un homme lasse don't l'oeil ne voit en arriere, dans le…

—p.193 On Some Motifs in Baudelaire (155) by Walter Benjamin
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the body slips away from him

[...] For just as K. lives in the village on Castle Hill, modern man lives in his body; the body slips away from him, is hostile toward him. It may happen that a man wakes up one day and finds himself transformed into vermin. Exile-his exile-has gained control over him. The air of this village blow…

—p.126 Franz Kafka (111) by Walter Benjamin