For honour travels in a strait so narrow 
     Where one but goes abreast: keep, then, the path; 
     For emulation hath a thousand sons 
     That one by one pursue: if you give way, 
     Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, 
     Like to an enter’d tide they all rush by 
     And leave you hindmost . . .

                 (III, iii)

The image of society as segmented into a homogeneous mass 
of quantified appetites shadows Shakespeare’s vision in the 
later plays.

     Of the many unforeseen consequences of typography, the 
emergence of nationalism is, perhaps, the most familiar.