You are all indicted; stand up! Stand up as you would for the Marseillaise or God Save the King....
Dada alone does not smell: it is nothing, nothing, nothing.
It is like your hopes: nothing.
Hiss, shout, kick my teeth in, so what? I shall still tell you that you are
half-wits. In three months my friends and I will be selling you our pictures
for a few francs.
like your paradise: nothing.
like your idols: nothing.
like your politicians: nothing.
like your heroes: nothing.
like your artists: nothing.
like your religions: nothing.
(Manifeste cannibale dada by Francis Picabia, read at the Dada
soirée at the Théâtre de la Maison de l'Oeuvre, Paris,
27 March 1920.)