“When I recently went out to dinner with my
twenty-five-year-old daughter and her friends, most of the young women kept
their iPhones on the table beside their plates, like miniature oxygen tanks
carried everywhere by emphysema patients. Every minute or two one of them
glanced down at her device to see what new messages had arrived and to send out
other messages. One of the young women showed the others a digitized photograph
of her dog. Another played music on her iPod. Occasionally, a factual question
would come up as they talked. Conversation stopped, while somebody went on the
internet and looked up the answer. This disembodied existence is their realty.”
– from The Accidental
Universe, by Alan Lightman, page 142.
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