“For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with howls of execration.”
    —Meursault, just before the guillotine . . .
        . . . and every performance artist’s dream.
 
From The Stranger, Albert Camus, 1942

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