Look at that sweet shiny new thing. I’d need a whole room to hold all its gifts. It’s a phone, and all my books and magazines and newspapers. It’s got a shelf full of puzzles and correspondence, and a radio and a record player. It’s got my calendar and address book and to-do lists. And it has a crazy good camera and video recorder. I only have to go to the bank if I really want cash money. More, so much more. You know all this. I don’t need to go on.
Look at that sweet…
