Why, I ask, isn't it possible that advertising as a whole is a fantastic fraud, presenting an image of America taken seriously by no one, least of all by the advertising men who create it?

Drivers in a traffic jam, frustrated by each others presence, are not the most amiable of men.

Those who are excluded from meaningful work are, by an large, excluded from meaningful play.

The modern suburb is the product of the car, the five-day week, and the "bankers' hours" of the masses.

The situation of the factory worker today is reminiscent in certain respects of that of the nineteenth-century capitalist whose wife dragged him reluctantly toward "culture" and away from his "materialistic" preoccupations.

America is not only big and rich, it is mysterious; and its capacity for the humorous or ironical concealment of its interests matches that of the legendary inscrutable Chinese.

Men are created different; they lose their social freedom and their individual autonomy in seeking to become like each other.