All men are compelled to think of all things at the same time, on imperfect information, and with too little interval for reflection. ... The constant diffusion of statements in snippets, the constant excitements of feeling unjustified by fact, the constant formation of hasty or erroneous opinions, must in the end, one would think, deteriorate the intelligence of all to whom the telegraph appeals.
Ha. I love stuff like this.
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