The Computer Can Help Us Find What

There Is No Disinfectant Like Success.

The Improved American Highway System Isolated The American-in-transit. On His Speedway He Had No Contact With The Towns Which He By-passed. If He Stopped For Food Or Gas, He Was Served No Local Fare Or Local Fuel, But Had One Of Howard Johnson's Nationally Branded Ice Cream Flavors, And So Many Gallons Of Exxon. This Vast Ocean Of Superhighways Was Nearly As Free Of Culture As The Sea Traversed By The Mayflower Pilgrims.

The Image Is Made To Order, Tailored To Us. An Ideal, On The Hand, Has A Claim On Us. It Does Not Serve Us, We Serve It. If We Have Trouble Striding Toward It, We Assume The Matter Is With Us, And Not The Ideal.

Books Are Messengers Of Freedom. They Can Be Hidden Under A Mattress Or Smuggled Into Slave Nations.

The Modern American Tourist Now Fills His Experience With Pseudo-events. He Has Come To Expect Both More Strangeness And More Familiarity Than The World Naturally Offers. He Has Come To Believe That He Can Have A Lifetime Of Adventure In Two Weeks And All The Thrills Of Risking His Life Without Any Real Risk At All.