Seriously. If E. M. Forester wrote today, it'd be a different sort of plea.
F*%#ing connect. And he'd most certainly be talking about some sort of technology.
But the message would be the same.
It doesn't make anything better, it just makes us sit here in front of these boxes. I can't even burn a disc without having to broker a deal with IPod or whoever. And which browser will work today? Ah, sweet anticipation......
Too much "ether" for me.
I miss tapes.
Okay, back to your regularly scheduled program; my password just went through.
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