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The Technologist Was The Final Guise Of The White Missionary, Industrialization The Last Gospel Of A Dying Race And Living Standards A Substitute For A Purpose In Living.

Why Don't We Follow Our Yearning?

I Know That I'm The Happiest Of Lovers.

Technology... The Knack Of So Arranging The World That We Don't Have To Experience It.

Our Comparative Fidelity Was Fear Of Defeat At The Hands Of Another Partner.