Slavoj Žižek wears one of his legendary sloppy T-shirts, shuffles through his apartment in Ljubljana, Slovenia, laptop in hand, and mumbles something about a broken window. "Excuse me, it's total chaos here,” the philosopher apologizes. Through the Skype camera, an unmade bed can be seen in the blurry background. "My wife,” who is not on camera, “is just getting up. She worked late into the night. I'm off to the bedroom, now. We'll be undisturbed."
God is dead! Long Live the Holy Spirit
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