`People are buying flags. Young men are enlisting in the armed forces at an unprecedented rate. Fresh flowers are brought every day to the locations of the massacres, joining the piles of withered leaves covering bloodstains. Before it became too cold, people in the neighbourhood made it a point to have their drinks on café terraces. Soldiers and police in bulletproof vests are on patrol, weapons in sight. Paris has become less boisterous’ (Christine Ockrent, `The Politics of Terror’, Prospect, (January 2016), p. 15).
`Where do you hear cries? There is nothing but silence, as usual, flat cold impenetrable silence’ (J.M.G. Le Clézio, War, London: Vintage, 2008 , p. 20).
`Not to find one’s way around a city does not mean much. But to lose one’s way in a city, as one loses one’s way in a forest, requires some schooling’ (Walter Benjamin, `Berlin Childhood Around 1900’, in Walter Benjamin: Selected Writings, Cambridge MA & London: Harvard UP, 2002, p. 352).
`The space of the capital never has been whole but always fragmentary and increasingly fragile, whence its repeated repeated riots, from the Middle Ages to May ‘68, via the Revolution and the Commune’ (Paul Virilio, City of Panic, Oxford: Berg, 2005, p. 2).