Quotes About Spectacle

I went out to Charing Cross, to see Major-General Harrison hanged, drawn, and quartered; which was done there, he looking as cheerful as any man could do in that condition.

The major parties could conduct live human sacrifices on their podiums during prime time, and I doubt that anybody would notice.

I only ever play Vegas one night at a time.

The people who were downstairs drinking ran upstairs for a better view of the upcoming fight.

In the end we're all Jerry Springer guests, really, we just haven't been on the show.

Because in the civilization of the spectacle, intellectuals are of interest only if they play the fashion game and become clowns.

In individuals, as in society, high culture, sensibility and intelligence can, at times, coexist with the fanaticism of the torturer and the assassin. In the civilization of the spectacle, intellectuals are of interest only if they play the fashion game and become clowns. When religion and the state become confused, freedom irremediably disappears.

En la civilización del espectáculo, el intelectual sólo interesa si sigue el juego de moda y se vuelve un bufón.

On the original tour, Pink Floyd had only 35mm cine-projectors with which to beam an image a maximum of 80ft wide in the middle of the wall. Waters now had twenty-three projectors beaming images across the full width of the 240ft wall, and on to a circular screen behind the stage. It was a visual feast, with Gerald Scarfe's ghoulish animations now brought to life in eye-watering

Sans un élément de cruauté à la base de tout spectacle, le théâtre n'est pas possible.

Carnal love in all its forms, from the highest—true marriage or platonic love—to the most base, down to debauchery, has the beauty of the world for its object. Love that gives itself to the spectacle of the heavens, the plains, the sea, the mountains or the silence of nature senses this love in a thousand faint sounds, breaths of wind and the warmth of the sun.

you are about to see a sight, a horror even his mortal enemy would pity.

I'm like a circus standing on two legs.

All in all, it was the goldarndest, Barnum-and-Baileyest, rib-stickinest, rough-and-tumblest infernal foofaraw of a media circus anybody had seen since grandpaw chased the possum down the road and lost his store teeth, and I was heartily sorry to have been a part of it.

I set myself on fire and people come to watch me burn.

Cicadas are intimately acquainted with pain, because they know what it is to die a slow death as a spectacle for someone else's pleasure. But they do not die when they are buried. They merely dream, and listen to other buried things, things that perhaps should not have been buried at all. They remember what they hear. When they wake, they are ready to tell the secrets they know. When they wake, they sing.

I don't know if you've ever been driven very slowly through a crowd of screaming fans, in full view of the world's media, on a gold-painted golf cart with a pair of enormous illuminated glasses and a bow tie on the front, but if you haven't, I can tell you that it's a pretty excruciating experience.

Man, I really like Vegas.

Para neutralizar a los envidiosos, deberíamos salir a la calle con muletas. Únicamente el espectáculo de nuestra degradación humaniza algo a nuestros amigos y a nuestros enemigos.

O espetáculo do homem - que vomitivo! O amor - um encontro de duas salivas... Todos os sentimentos extraem seu absoluto da miséria das glândulas. Não há nobreza senão na negação da existência, em um sorriso que domina paisagens aniquiladas.

The music of the Opera enchants me; and whilst my soul is plunged in divine pleasure, I am the centre of admiration and the focus of all the opera-glasses. But a single glance will make the boldest youth drop his eyes.

A married woman, then, in France presents the spectacle of a queen out at service, of a slave, at once free and a prisoner.

In village games, players with hands tied behind them competed to kill a cat nailed to a post by battering it to death with their heads, at the risk of cheeks ripped open or eyes scratched out by the frantic animal's claws. Trumpets enhanced the excitement.

SO GORGEOUS WAS THE SPECTACLE on the May morning of 1910 when nine kings rode in the funeral of Edward VII of England that the crowd waiting in hushed and black-clad awe, could not keep back gasps of admiration.