Notice, the electric surround of information that 
has tended to make man a superman at the same 
time reduces him into a pretty pitiable nobody by 
merging him with everybody. It has extended man 
in a colossal, superhuman way, but it has not 
made individuals feel important. Our astronauts 
were real skyscrapers but they don’t seem or feel 
very important as private persons. Electrically, the 
corporate human scale has become vast even as 
private identity shrinks to the pitiable. The 
ordinary man can feel so pitiably weak that, like a 
skyjacker, he’ll reach for a superhuman dimension 
of world coverage in a wild, desperate effort for 
fulfillment, or he will buy a private psychiatrist to