He said: "There is no longer any Private Space in American; there is only a wrap-around Public Space that is filled with the sounds of cell phone conversations that wrap around the surround and fill it with a language and a sense that is part Henry Miller's "Plexus" and part Whitman's "Field of Grass". It is the sound that bees must hear in the hive. It is a roar and a symphony played completely out of tune."

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