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.
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