One of the books I read this week is Marshall McLuhan's The Medium is the Massage: An Inventory of Effects. I must have read, or skimmed, an earlier edition of this book in the late 60s or early 70s, but I really don't remember. As I didn't remember the subtitle: "An Inventory of Effects." A very evocative subtitle, that one. It should be the title of a poem, if it hasn't already.
Nor did I remember that the cavalcade of text and images which comprises The Medium is the Massage is bracketed by two quotes from A.N. Whitehead. The first:
"The major advances in civilization are processes that all but wreck the societies in which they occur."
"It is the business of the future to be dangerous."
Both of these quotes are beautifully apt in context and otherwise. I find myself dwelling on them and thinking that every moment is someone's future.