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Perhaps that's the real sign of an affluent society. Our necessities are taken for granted...
...wanders the streets of Barcelona whistling a complex piece by Ravel. Music is to young Mauricio what fashion is to Sylvia and what the perfect apartment is to Roberto and Marta: a way of erasing the outside world. It is also a way of severing Mauricio from his dull, affluent life. The tale ends with a prince-and-the-pauper twist, when he changes places with an urchin who is his double...
Forceful Rebuttal. Beckerman's 1975 book, Two Cheers for the Affluent Society, has become one of the most forceful rebuttals of the doomsday forecasts. He argues that the doomsayers have not taken account of how the market system can motivate public and private enterprise to develop successful alternatives. As for population, says he, birth rates will fall dramatically as living standards rise, especially in Third World countries. Food shortages will fade as production techniques improve. Pollution can be controlled when it is recognized that the problem is not growth but a misallocation of resources. Says he: "Because...
...lobby. Perhaps I felt the little rivulet of sweat trailing down my spine precisely because I had not moved since finding a suitable spot where I could await the opening of the doors. In any case, my eyes flitted about the stuffy lobby, packed to the gills with presumably affluent moviegoers who could say two hours later that yes, they had attended the Boston premiere of the prospective Box Office Smash of 1977, Star Wars. So this is how a big commercial film presents itself to the public these days, I mused. No sky-scanning spotlights, no jewel-bedecked starlets...
Other residents of Spring Mill Estates, an affluent Indianapolis suburb, knew Marguarite Jackson as "the demon lady." Though known to be rich, the plump, white-haired widow, 66, lived modestly, seldom venturing beyond the chain-link fence that guarded her weed-choked, three-acre property. Delivery men were instructed to stop on the street, honk, then pass their parcels to her over the fence. Lights blazed in the beige stone house day and night. When Mrs. Jackson did appear, her talk was a litany of paranoia. She cussed out other residents for complaining about her trash on the roadside...