»Museum of the Living Dead«

... nennt sich ein — wie zumeist überaus lesenswerter — Artikel von Theodore Dalrymple in »Taki's Magazine«:

It took me two attempts to visit the Musée de l’histoire vivante — the Museum of Living History — in Montreuil, in the suburbs of Paris. The first time, because I was with my wife, I went in a taxi. It was not an entirely wasted journey, even though when we arrived, the man at the gate told us—not I suspect without the malice that is the only solace of minor functionaries—that it was closed.

The journey was not entirely wasted because the taxi driver, a woman, told us some interesting things on the way (on the whole I would rather spend an hour with a taxi driver than with the president of a republic): for example, that the reason she did not wear a seat belt was to prevent her passengers from pulling on it and strangling her while they robbed her. She also sometimes wore a scarf around the lower half of her face to forestall clumsy attempts at seduction by male patients in lieu of payment. This proves to me that France remains a much more cultured country than England, where, in the small town in which I live, drunk girls press their bare breasts against taxi windows in the hope of a free ride home. However, this happens only at weekends, so there is still room for deterioration.
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Hat sich noch niemand gefragt, warum häßliche Gesellschaftssysteme ebenso häßliche Architektur produzieren? Und ebensolche Menschentypen? Dalrymple's Artikel ist eine Antwort darauf ...