The icons are tumbling. Cultural artifacts -- memes -- that have bound our souls for centuries are lurching down to the memery pool to be dissolved and recycled. The Cartesian Ego is in its death agonies, writhing and flopping and choking in the pages of the New York Review of Books.
I am encountering trunk and horn, tusk and hoof in odd places.
Here, for example. Or in that bizarre novel The Lovely Bones.
When I got on the internet late in 1993 newsgroups still worked. People wondered whether the World Wide Web (yes, they still referred to it that way) might displace Gopher and Archie and WAIS.
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