“How could you be humiliated by something that’s not so? It is not myself. It is far from myself—it’s play, it’s a game, it is an impersonation of myself! Me ventriloquizing myself. Or maybe it’s more easily grasped the other way around—everything here is falsified except me. Maybe it’s both. But both ways or either way, what it adds up to, honey, is homo ludens!” “But who would know that, aside from us?”
