A Dangerous Method

 
        Did one man invent this? What madness to think this is only light as I read the black letters on a tablet shape we call ‘screen’. These are my thoughts in which you may or may not be interested but they are expressed in letters strung together along a familiar grammatical line and since I could never invent my own language to fit my thoughts, they are perforce shared at this very instance of your reading. No, one man didn’t invent this.

        No man invents anything on his own. Thoughts just bounce around in the head until something makes them speak. The technological revolution, an exaggerated term, is for me a literary event. It works through names, passwords, addresses and other verbal details fitting into an exact linguistic convention which then produces the desired effect of a fruitful purchase. Remarkably the books and records do arrive at the door. The inspiration, he said, came from calligraphy. The magic was already there, it just had to be accentuated. Once the visible signs of progress were objects of transport. The fascination has moved to objects that enhance the senses. The typewriter has become a telephone.

And then finally, someone makes a film about Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung:

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