Tuesday, October 13, 2009

It's 1984 in America

I wanted to grab him by the lapels and explain to him that it was because of this kind of thinking that chocolate in America has no kick, white bread tastes like wadding, and cheese has a hundred names ( colby, Monterey jack, cheddar, American, provolone) but just one flavour, one texture and one vivid yellow hue.

But I could see there was no point. He was like one of the pod people in Invasion of the Body Snatchers. The forces of blandness has captured his spirit and there was no getting it back. He had become a McPerson.

Notes from a big country, Bill Bryson

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