—From “The Lost Art of Conversation” by Vance Thompson, from the June 24, 1899, issue
Look about you in a railway train, in a street car or bus, you will observe that everyone is reading —men, women, and even the innocent little children. Silent, glum, their eyes glued to book or paper …
The very act of reading is unsocial. It is a kind of melancholy barbarism. We have such a precious deal of reading to do that conversation is out of the question. We have no time to talk. Conversation is decaying. We are reading ourselves into a silent race.
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