I don’t normally quote a book this much here, but this is a worthy exception, since the book speaks to the subject of this blog more broadly. Passages of this book [Chronicles of Wasted Time, by Malcolm Muggeridge] sparkle. The book is great on many levels, and intelligently discusses many interesting realms of life. I don’t want to portray the tome as speaking only of journalism, because that’s not complete. Here we go, regardless.
from page 179:
News and expression of a six society — like endlessly sucking at a thermometer, standing on the bathroom scales; for ever anxiously examining the tongue’s color, the breath’s odour, the urine’s consistency; pressing the gut for intimations of ulcer or cancer, dreading the appearance of a chancre, a gonorrhoeal emission. In a civilization dropping to pieces, news takes some of the sting out of the happenings. So, more of it; all day long, and often all night long, too. A sort of Newzak, corresponding to Muzak; instead of a melange of drooling tunes endlessly played, a melange of drooling news endlessly heard.
This quote reminds me somehow of recent economic news.
from page 180:
Such was now my trade; part of the process of translating life and its meaning and significance into pictures, thereby draining it of its blood and flesh, its livingness.