Money Is A Poor Man's Credit Card.

The Fall Or Scrapping Of A Cultural World Puts Us All Into The Same Archetypal Cesspool, Engendering Nostalgia For Earlier Conditions.

Throughout Finnegans Wake Joyce Specifies The Tower Of Babel As The Tower Of Sleep, That Is, The Tower Of The Witless Assumption, Or What Bacon Calls The Reign Of The Idols.

Violence Is The Quest For Identity. When Identity Disappears With Technological Innovation, Violence Is The Natural Recourse.

When New Technologies Impose Themselves On Societies Long Habituated To Older Technologies, Anxieties Of All Kinds Result.

It Is The Weak And Confused Who Worship The Pseudosimplicities Of Brutal Directness.