Millennials, people tell me in hushed tones, have never known a world without computers. I feel like replying in husheds, I have never known a world without television, but refrain out of respect. It’s the night (Australian time) of the American election, a choice between a Chicago lawyer and the Prince of Lies. Out walking the cool November streets I see people through their picture windows watching the contest. What does it all mean? Or on computers, which are just interactive televisions with millions of channels; newspapers with too many digressions, footnotes, and pictorial matter. Outside, the air is fresh.