Avatar tells the story of late imperialist self-loathing. Of the Other networked to his ancestor, who has the alternative key to supremacy. Whose minerals and leaves are valuable. But whose mind has greater value and must be broken into. Empire kneels down to assert its greatness, and the self-loathing anthropologist ensures that despicable modernity is defeated. This is the new Chapter of the Other. Seen through the lens of wisened Empire. With tired feet. That resurrects the real capital in the Other - that of feminine, elusive, catlike power. Much like the eyes of the feline warpainted Hottie. Empire switches to the good, wholesome, real, nourishing. For it needs re-fuelling.