to take any of his phrases such as this one, and mime it until it 
yields the intelligible. Not a long or tedious process, if 
approached in the spirit of artistic playfulness that guarantees 
“lots of fun at Finnegan’s wake.”

     Radio is provided with its cloak of invisibility, like any 
other medium. It comes to us ostensibly with person-to-person 
directness that is private and intimate, while in more urgent 
fact, it is really a subliminal echo chamber of magical power to 
touch remote and forgotten chords. All technological 
extensions of ourselves must be numb and subliminal, else we 
could not endure the leverage exerted upon us by such 
extension. Even more than telephone or telegraph, radio is that 
extension of the central nervous system that is matched only 
by human speech itself. Is it not worthy of our meditation that 
radio should be specially attuned to that primitive extension of