For a long time I used to go to bed late, hoping to find an idea in Guy Debord's book The Society of the Spectacle. I must bow to the obvious: there are none. For a long time I believed that Debord had given to the word “spectacle" a meaning that I did not understand and which would shed light on the mystery of the nature of our society. But he did nothing of the kind. Despite his circumlocutions, or rather because of them, he was incapable of doing so.