It Might Vex A Man If His Neighbour
Possessed A Telephone And He None; How Would It Be, If Neither Of Them
Had It?
We can hardly realise, now, the blissful quietude of the
pre-telephone epoch.
And the telegraph and the press! They have huddled
mankind together into undignified and unhygienic proximity; we seem to
be breathing each other's air. We know what everybody is doing, in every
corner of the earth; we are told what to think, and to say, and to do.
Your paterfamilias, in pre-telegraph days, used to hammer out a few
solid opinions of his own on matters political and otherwise. He no
longer employs his brain for that purpose. He need only open his morning
paper and in it pours - the oracle of the press, that manufactory of
synthetic fustian, whose main object consists in accustoming humanity to
attach importance to the wrong things. It furnishes him with opinions
ready made, overnight, by some Fleet Street hack at so much a column,
after a little talk with his fellows over a pint of bad beer at the
Press Club. He has been told what to say - yesterday, for instance, it
was some lurid balderdash about a steam-roller and how the Kaiser is to
be fed on dog biscuits at Saint Helena - he has been "doped" by the
editor, who gets the tip - and out he goes! unless he take it - from the
owner, who is waiting for a certain emolument from this or that caucus,
and trims his convictions to their taste.
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