But to give up on his need for excess, for the immense thing, the thing that made him feel like a surfer in the snow, riding the crest of an avalanche's leading edge! To say good-bye to that need would also be to accept that he was, in the matter of desire, agreeing to be dead. And when the living agree with themselves to be dead, with dark fury begins. The dark fury of life, refusing to die before its allotted time.

The movies were infantilizing their audience, Solanka thought, or perhaps the easily infantilizable were drawn to movies of a certain simplified kind. Perhaps daily life, its rush, its overloadedness, just numbed and anesthetized people and they went into the movies' simpler worlds to remember how to feel. As a result, in the minds of many adults, The experience on offer in the movie theaters now felt more real than what was available in the world outside.