In the works of Duchamp, space begins to walk and take on form; it becomes a machine that spins arguments and philosophizes; it resists movement with delay and delay with irony.
It is a lie that our anger justifies our impulse to hurt or ignore our antagonists. We are to forgive to be forgiven. To wait for them to repent before we forgive and repent is to allow them to choose for us a delay which could cost us happiness here and hereafter.
Truth is confirmed by inspection and delay; falsehood by haste and uncertainty.
The government is tottering. We must deal it the death blow an any cost. To delay action is the same as death.
Futurists wanted to suggest movement by means of a dynamic painting; Duchamp applies the notion of delay – or, rather, or analysis – to movement.
If you have autism in the family history, you still vaccinate. Delay it a bit, space them out.