I do not exist. What you have in your hand is my death certificate.

The Transformation of music into noise was a planetary process by which mankind was entering the historical phase of total ugliness. The total ugliness to come had made itself felt first as omnipresent acoustical ugliness: cars, motorcycles, electric guitars, drills, loudspeakers, sirens. The omnipresence of visual ugliness would soon follow.

1970 the typical inhabitant was no better off than his or her counterpart in the year 1000, according to Maddison’s figures.

Written By Diane Coyle

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