“She’ll be safer for him than a girl would. More judgement.”
He looked at me, his eyes fumbling, the words fumbling at what he was trying to say. “It aint always the safe things in this world that a fellow……”
“You mean, the safe things are not always the best thing?”
I once read the sentence ‘I lay awake all night with tootache, thinking about toothache and about lying awake.’ That’s true to life. Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer.
Society itself appears as a multitude of dominated others, not only criminals, but also students, patients, factory workers, soldiers, shoppers. Each of us is, and in a variety of ways, the subject of modern power. Correspondingly, there is no single centre of power, no privileged us against which a marginalised them is defined. Power is dispersed throughout society in a multitude of microcentres. This dispersion corresponds to the fact that there is no teleology, no dominating class or world historical process behind the development. Modern power is the chance outcome in the manner of genealogy of numerous small uncoordinated causes.