My friend is one of those people who reads about stuff nobody else cares about. Just the other day he said he had a new book. I asked him what it is about and he said "Its about the guy who invented the copy machine.... Its about a 1000 pages..... fascinating." I really wanted to beat him to death with that book. I think of myself as a modernist. Whatever's brand new I like to have that shit. And whatever time you were born you think that was the shit. It was the best time to be alive. And he said "Let me explain something to you. Before there was a machine that made copies, there was no such thing as a copy machine. It wasn't even called a copy, it was called a 'duplicate'. If you wanted a copy, you had to go to somebody in you office and say 'Hey. I need a 'duplicate'. And I didn't care thats boring then he said "A thousand years ago they would line up 300 shaolin monks, and one monk would read from a scroll. He'd be like "Latin, latin, more latin, latin, latin, latin words, latin ideas, latin, fucking latin, LATIN!" And the monks were givin an easel, and some kind of special paper, and a quill. And they'd write whatever that monk was saying. And the freaked up thing is that I garuntee you that at some time one of those monks turned to the guy next to hime and said "What did they do before this?? I'm glad I wasn't born a thousand years ago, becuase that would've fuckin sucked. WHAT DID YOU SAY???!!"
