The modern age combats the priesthood and courts the hairdresser. Whereas before there was incense, now there is hairspray. We  awake and our hair stands on end.

Man is the sum of his curlers. The formula of physical reality succinctly decrees: homo sapiens is X or Y. However, the distinct, more radical and more consequential formula of social reality decrees: a man is equal to the motion of his permanent wave.

The French Revolution shortened the old guard by a head and enriched the new wave by a hairstyle. Now, in the modern age, for the first time man is entirely what he appears to be; and, for the first time he believes he is what he has. But all he has is a reflection.