I will end with a little scene that took place in the last months of peace. They were the most terrible months of my life, for helplessly and hopelessly one watched the inevitable approach of war. One of the most horrible things at that time was to listen on the wireless to the speeches of Hitler—the savage and insane ravings of a vindictive underdog who suddenly saw himself to be all powerful. We were at Rodmell during the late summer of 1939 and I used to listen to those ranting,raving speeches. One afternoon I was planting in the orchard under an apple-tree iris reticulata, those lovely violet flowers, which like the daffodils come before the swallow dares and take the winds of March with beauty. Suddenly I heard Virginia’s voice calling to me from the sitting room window: “Hitler is making a speech.” I shouted back, “I shan’t come. I’m planting iris and they will be flowering long after he is dead.” Last March, twenty-one years after Hitler committed suicide in the bunker, a few of those violet flowers still flowered under the apple-tree in the orchard.

-Leonard Woolf, "Downhill All The Way"

Hardt and Negri - "Empire"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empire_(Hardt_and_Negri_book)

Totality and Infinity by Emanuel Levinas

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Totality_and_Infinity

Bob Woodward, "Peril" (2021)

Adam Becker/Cult of Tech Doomsday Actors

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/212987932-more-everything-forever

Oliver Haimson/Trans Technology OUT NOW

https://open.spotify.com/episode/2IELqCfDmDICHdMHt3XyXo?si=d88b4927ec4f4a15

Savonarola bonfire of the vanities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonfire_of_the_vanities