'The Prince is shouting [...] He says, he is always free in himself. his position is between things. And in between things he sees that he is himself the sum of things. And what things add up to is ruin, nothing but ruin. To his followers he is "The Prince" but in his own view, he is the prince of princes. Only he can see the whole, he says, because he can see there is no whole. And for The Prince this is how things must be ... as they must always be ... he must see with his own eyes. His followers will wreak havoc because they understand his vision perfectly. His followers understand that all thiongs are false pride, but don't know why. The Prince knows: it is because the whole does not exist'.

from Krasznahorkai's, The Melancholy of Resistance