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[Note: This old “Spengler” essay disappeared from the old Asia Times servers. For no other reason than annoyance over a New Yorker feature on Virginia Wolff, I repost it here].
One Sunday morning years ago I was walking across Mexico City’s
zócalo, the grand square abutting the cathedral and the presidential palace. Street vendors swarm there until the cops roust them. A middle-aged man in a grey windbreaker had opened a box of blue-covered paperback edition of the Mexican Constitution, the kind that’s given free to schools and trade unions. “Buy the Mexican Constitution!” he cried. “Sorry,” I told him. “I don’t like fiction.”