So?" Mac says.I shrug."Oh, come on! Don't tell me you didn't feel something? That you didn't enjoy it?""It was nice, I guess.""You guess?" Mac laughs and swipes his hair from his brow. "Tough crowd.""Yeah, well, I guess you are an acquired taste.

We are inheritors of progress, of a technological rebirth that had only ever been imagined before now. We don’t talk about it, but at some point, it became clear to me: I am the child of a bookless age.