There is a real, living unity in our time, as in any other, but it lies submerged under a superficial hubbub of sensation.
Letter to Harold Adam Innis, March 14 1951. Letters of Marshall McLuhan (1987), p. 223
There is a real, living unity in our time, as in any other, but it lies submerged under a superficial hubbub of sensation.
Letter to Harold Adam Innis, March 14 1951. Letters of Marshall McLuhan (1987), p. 223