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The Market Is Sovereign And In The Magic Economy Of The Small Entrepreneur There Is No Authoritarian Center... In The Political Sphere... The Equilibrium Of Powers Prevails, And Hence There Is No Chance Of Despotism.

When White-collar People Get Jobs, They Sell Not Only Their Time And Energy, But Their Personalities As Well. They Sell By The Week, Or Month, Their Smiles And Their Kindly Gestures, And They Must Practice That Prompt Repression Of Resentment And Aggression.

The Point Is That We Are Among Those Who Cannot Get Their Mouths Around All The Little Yeses That Add Up To Tacit Acceptance Of A World Run By Crackpot Realists And Subject To Blind Drift. And That, You See, Is Something To Which We Do Belong; We Belong To Those Who Are Still Capable Of Personally Rejecting. Our Minds Are Not Yet Captive.

Commercial Jazz, Soap Opera, Pulp Fiction, Comic Strips, The Movies Set The Images, Mannerisms, Standards, And Aims Of The Urban Masses. In One Way Or Another, Everyone Is Equal Before These Cultural Machines; Like Technology Itself, The Mass Media Are Nearly Universal In Their Incidence And Appeal. They Are A Kind Of Common Denominator, A Kind Of Scheme For Pre-scheduled, Mass Emotions.

Prestige Is The Shadow Of Money And Power. Where These Are, There It Is. Like The National Market For Soap Or Automobiles And The Enlarged Arena Of Federal Power, The National Cash-in Area For Prestige Has Grown, Slowly Being Consolidated Into A Truly National System.