But in its blind and measureless drive, its insatiable appetite for surplus labour, capital oversteps not only the moral but even the merely physical limits of the working day. It usurps the time for growth, development and healthy maintenance of the body. It steals the time required for the consumption of fresh air and sunlight. It haggles over the meal-times, where possible incorporating them into the production process itself, so that food is added to the worker as to a mere means of production, as coal is supplied to the boiler, and grease and oil to the machinery. It reduces the sound sleep needed for the restoration, renewal and refreshment of the vital forces to the exact amount of torpor essential to the revival of an absolutely exhausted organism. It is not the normal maintenance of labor-power which determines the limits of the working day here, but rather the greatest possible daily expenditure of labor-power, no matter how diseased, compulsory and painful it may be, which determines the limits of the workers' period of rest.
Karl Marx, Capital, 375-376
Karl Marx, Capital, 375-376
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You weren’t born Oedipus, you caused it to grow in yourself; and you aim to get out of it through fantasy, through castration, but this in turn you have caused to grow in Oedipus—namely, in yourself; the horrible circle. Shit on your whole mortifying, imaginary, and symbolic theater. What does schizoanalysis ask? Nothing more than a bit of a relation to the outside, a little real reality. And we claim the right to a radical laxity, a radical incompetence—the right to enter the analyst’s office and say it smells bad there. It reeks of the great death and the little ego.
Deleuze & Guattari, “The First Positive Task of Schizoanalysis,” Anti-Oedipus p. 334
Deleuze & Guattari, “The First Positive Task of Schizoanalysis,” Anti-Oedipus p. 334