in the city of the future
I am self-sufficient; I am making progress; I lack nothing.
So it's 1954 and W.H. Auden is reviewing The Fellowship of the Ring. What's not to love? Other than Auden's surprisingly clunky prose, that is.
And there's rather a lot of weed trying to get across the border, but it is stymied, ay; and Palo Alto tries to put a $2,000 laptop on its list of school stupplies. Good God, that city.