pre-fabricated din
can flow into our homes. And this din goes far deeper, of
course, than
the eardrums. It penetrates the mind, filling it with a
babble of
distractions, blasts of corybantic or sentimental music,
continually
repeated doses of drama that bring no catharsis, but usually
create
a craving for daily or even hourly emotional enemas."
Aldous Huxley; On Silence; 1946.
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