Thoreau wrote, “Our inventions . . . are but improved means to an unimproved end. We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate . . . . We are eager to tunnel under the Atlantic and bring the old world some weeks nearer to the new; but perchance the first news that will leak through into the broad, flapping American ear will be that the Princess Adelaide has the whooping cough.”
But once the cable’s laid, we’re faced with what de Zengotita calls the “Justin’s bike helmet” syndrome: Since it’s available, it seems that it’s better, on balance, to make use of it.
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