"Not only is another world possible, but the present world is impossible: its very appearance is a kind of ontological mishap, a disorder of the real."
"Depressive thinking is simultaneously intensely lucid and intensely blinkered: ruthlessly and brilliantly reductive, it is able to demolish any consoling counter-argument by referring it immediately to the ground zero of its own originary devastation."
"The cold world of black metal is a deliberate freezing of the world, fixing it withing a terminal image, in order that its frost-bitten surface may be shattered by anonymous, inhuman forces rising from the depths of the self. It is a withdrawal of affect from the world, in order to experience 'the eerie bliss and torture of solitude' and so discover the forces at war withing oneself. These operations must be understood as spiritual exercises, as forms of emotional fasting intended to release the soul from its world attachments. Such exercises are purely narcissistic and self-salving if they do not also release the soul for new worldly commitments. The vertiginous dysphoria of Xasthur's sound-world is not yet the focused displeasure of the militant, but a simulacrum - a spiritualisation - of malcontent. It embodies a will that that which is should not be, but not a will that that which is should be otherwise."
A refreshing dip into the ice pools of black sorrow. The book is cooly lyrical in an affectively British way, similar in overall concept to Thacker's Horror of Philosophy, but with the significant difference that where Thacker embraces a renewal of traditional mysticism, "a new darkness mysticism" and "most difficult thought" that "doesn't help anyone", Fox's thought is bound by a nostalgic sense of responsibility for the world, a nostalgia for the possibility of responsibility, dejection before the impossibility of worldly responsibily, and hence a romance of militancy that true militancy, which can only exist within the truth of self-militancy, must precisely reject.