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The Order And Harmony Of The Western World, Its Most Famous Achievement, And A Laboratory In Which Structures Of A Complexity As Yet Unknown Are Being Fashioned, Demand The Elimination Of A Prodigious Mass Of Noxious By-products Which Now Contaminate The Globe. The First Thing We See As We Travel Round The World Is Our Own Filth, Thrown Into The Face Of Mankind.

-Claude Levi-Strauss

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The Order And Harmony

Claude Levi-Strauss

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The Order And Harmony Of The Western World, Its Most Famous Achievement, And A Laboratory In Which Structures Of A Complexity As Yet Unknown Are Being Fashioned, Demand The Elimination Of A Prodigious Mass Of Noxious By-products Which Now Contaminate The Globe. The First Thing We See As We Travel Round The World Is Our Own Filth, Thrown Into The Face Of Mankind.

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