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You can't expect to hit the jackpot if you don't put a few nickels in the machine.
You can't expect to hit the jackpot if you don't put a few nickels in the machine.
If it keeps up, man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.
If it keeps up, man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.
The cell phone has transformed public places into giant phone-a-thons in which callers exist within narcissistic cocoons of private conversations. read more
The cell phone has transformed public places into giant phone-a-thons in which callers exist within narcissistic cocoons of private conversations. Like faxes, computer modems and other modern gadgets that have clogged out lives with phony urgency, cell phones represent the 20th Century's escalation of imaginary need. We didn't need cell phones until we had them. Clearly, cell phones cause not only a breakdown of courtesy, but the atrophy of basic skills.
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.
The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or read more
The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.
Just because something doesn't do what you planned it to do doesn't mean it's useless.
Just because something doesn't do what you planned it to do doesn't mean it's useless.
The system of nature, of which man is a part, tends to be self-balancing, self-adjusting, self-cleansing. Not so with technology.
The system of nature, of which man is a part, tends to be self-balancing, self-adjusting, self-cleansing. Not so with technology.
Each year, it seems, larger and more daunting mountains of text rise from the lush lowlands of visual reproduction.
Each year, it seems, larger and more daunting mountains of text rise from the lush lowlands of visual reproduction.
What hath God wrought?
What hath God wrought?
