belle, for that matter, was no visual package job. Visually, the 
entire batch of European cars are so poor an affair that it is 
obvious their makers never thought of them as something to 
look at. They are something to put on, like pants or a pullover. 
Theirs is the kind of space sought by the skin-diver, the water-
skier, and the dinghy sailor. In an immediate tactile sense, this 
new space is akin to that to which the picture-window fad had 
catered. In terms of “view,” the picture window never made any 
sense. In terms of an attempt to discover a new dimension in 
the out-of-doors by pretending to be a goldfish, the picture 
window does make sense. So do the frantic efforts to roughen 
up the indoor walls and textures as if they were the outside of 
the house. Exactly the same impulse sends the indoor spaces 
and furniture out into the patios in an attempt to experience 
the outside as inside. The TV viewer is in just that role at all 
times. He is submarine. He is bombarded by atoms that reveal