"Marx is a prisoner of the Enemy he attacks; his adversary's body falls on him and smothers him. Marx has the definitive vision of the machine for demolishing limits, which he calls capitalism, yet he questions not the limit but the machine. He wants to design a better machine, which will demolish limits without ever jamming, without crises. Like a great mechanic, he has a loving, passionate knowledge for the capitalist machine. Concerning the limit, he shares that machine's illusions. What offended him was not so much and not only the iniquity which capital engendered, but the fact that capital was preparing to become an obstacle to production, an antiquated and sclerotic form compared with the immensity of what was possible. Nobody has ever dreamed the dream of capital with as much faith as Marx was able to muster in his spirit. He was like a young man from the provinces who takes seriously, with despairing gravity, the customs of the metropolis - that is how Marx viewed capital. At times he felt like Rastignac on the hill of Père Lachaise, and then he unleashed in the world something that was to produce even more limitlessly than that old machine for demolishing limits. Capital had become is Madame de Beauséant. From her he had learned manners; it was she who had introduced him into society. But now she seemed to him withered, a bit ridiculous, doomed. He turned is gaze elsewhere, to the débutantes of the proletariat.
So far as development is concerned, Marx ultimately became more capitalist than capital itself. Sharp-eyed and obstinate, he looked everywhere for the limits of the power that demolishes limits. He wanted to reach the point from which he could look on capitalistic production as a form that was borné, timid, trapped in itself, and scorn it just as capital had scorned previous forms: "(The most extreme form of alienation...already contains in itself - though in an inverted form, upside down - the dissolution of all limited presuppositions of production. Moreover, it establishes the unconditional presuppositions of production, as well as the full material conditions for the total, universal development of the productive forces of the individual.)" Here a vibrant demonism is speaking, a desire for unlimited self-creation. Once absolute dissolution has been attained, once man has been totally expropriated, he imagines that the void can at last be filled with everything that man has never been. Marx's fury thus erupts not in a humanitarian idyll, but in a wild technological hallucination."
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