The Means Of Effective Communication Are Being

What Ordinary Men Are Directly Aware Of And What They Try To Do Are Bounded By The Private Orbits In Which They Live; Their Visions And Their Powers Are Limited.

Commercial Jazz, Soap Opera, Pulp Fiction, Comic Strips, The Movies Set The Images, Mannerisms, Standards, And Aims Of The Urban Masses. In One Way Or Another, Everyone Is Equal Before These Cultural Machines; Like Technology Itself, The Mass Media Are Nearly Universal In Their Incidence And Appeal. They Are A Kind Of Common Denominator, A Kind Of Scheme For Pre-scheduled, Mass Emotions.

America Is A Nation With No Truly National City, No Paris, No Rome, No London, No City Which Is At Once The Social Center, The Political Capital, And The Financial Hub.

I Try To Be Objective. I Do Not Claim To Be Detached.

The Point Is That We Are Among Those Who Cannot Get Their Mouths Around All The Little Yeses That Add Up To Tacit Acceptance Of A World Run By Crackpot Realists And Subject To Blind Drift. And That, You See, Is Something To Which We Do Belong; We Belong To Those Who Are Still Capable Of Personally Rejecting. Our Minds Are Not Yet Captive.