at which point...

Marx here snort-

he has Dennis taped. Denis the man whose work is death, and who wears the clothes of dead men is the living embodiment of the capitalist machine: a machine is clothed in the dead labour of mechanical force and power, and yet composes a natural force that strangles the unfortunate individuals whose labour it needs.

The social work of the 'Boot' is the caught up in the sinister game of death. That is social individual is exploded into a machine his labour is articulated against dead labour or made to resonate across dead labour, which he part animates (and at the cost of killing his individuality)

The worker in the capitalist system is a true host, at once dead and alive. Their own life (as individuals) is being starved out of them by the system they are a part of: and yet their own living labour is necessarily to articulate the ghoulish machine they are a part in. To work in a machine, to have an individuality conjured into the machine is therefore to have or be part of an individual which is organic and mechanic but also living and dead. That is ones social live is caught up making the dead live (the machine works) while one individuality, is caught up in the process of actually dying (the system stares its workers).

Capitalism is therefore the system that makes our own collectivity a potential enemy, or monster. No wonder then it does not want to understand the 'spiritual' or ghostly side of life - that is the meta individual: It needs such ''folk' only to be the provenance of the capitalist, they are his slaves, the lifes he used to animate dead force: No wonder then it clothes individuality in inadequate tools. It needs the individual to pitch themselves in the wrong place, so that they cannot understand their own assassination in the system. Notions such as mankind are an effective castration of the worker: they make them crave a democracy that will never save them - that will only make the problem worse. They therefore leave unchallenged the capitialists ownership of their social life. It is this element, this owning that Marx sees as his enemy. The social human must be freed for the capitalist (if not the machine), and therefore made into the individuals friend, and not as they are at the moment their direst enemy.

Understanding the sense in which the world of work takes us necessarily beyond ourselves thereby becomes very very very very serious....