" I experience reality as a system of power. Coluche, the restaurant, the painter, Rome on a holiday, everything imposes on me its system of being; everyone is *badly behaved*. Isn't their impoliteness merely a *plenitude*? The world is full, plenitude is its system, and as a final offense this system is presented as a " nature" with which I must sustain good relations: in order to be " normal" (exempt from love)..." —from_A Lover's Discourse: Fragments_ "