We have become a society that can't self-correct that can't address its obvious problems that can't pull out of its nosedive. And so to our list of disasters let us add this fourth entry: we have entered an age of folly that - for all our Facebooking and the twittling tweedle-dee-tweets of the twitterati - we can't wake up from.
On a level plain simple mounds look like hills and the insipid flatness of our present bourgeoisie is to be measured by the altitude of its great intellects.