In the rather obnoxious town of Ljubljana in Slovenia – from where Žižek hails – one finds eventually finds the university. This is the institution where he has spent most of his working life. Before the main building you may notice a circle of old men, or rather their busts:
I presume they are the university’s former luminaries. Along with their buddies, they are gazing intently at something in the middle:
Yes, they are simply leching away at a naked young woman, probably sharing a smutty joke or two:
Is this perhaps the secret to Žižek’s modes of thought?