In America, Nostalgia For Things Is Apt

The World's Fair Audience Tended To Think Of The Machine As Unqualifiedly Good, Strong, Stupid And Obedient. They Thought Of It As A Giant Slave, An Untiring Steel Negro, Controlled By Reason In A World Of Infinite Resources.

We Want To Create A Sort Of Linguistic Lourdes, Where Evil And Misfortune Are Dispelled By A Dip In The Waters Of Euphemism

What Does One Prefer? An Art That Struggles To Change The Social Contract, But Fails? Or One That Seeks To Please And Amuse, And Succeeds?

We Have Entered A Period Of Intolerance Which Combines, As It Sometimes Does In America, With A Sugary Taste For Euphemism.

Modernism Is The Protein Of Our Cultural Imagination.