inoculated city

there's a peculiar thing about money - in large quantities it tends to have a life of it's own, even a conscience of it's own. the power of money becomes very difficult to control. man has always been a venal animal.
the growth of populations, the huge cost of wars, the incessant pressure of confiscatory taxation - all these things, make him more scared and more venal.
the average man is tired and scared, and a tired scared man can't afford ideals. he has to buy food for his family.
in our time we have seen a shocking decline in both public and private morals. you can't expect quality from people whose lives are a subjection to lack of quality. you can't have quality with mass production. you don't want it because it lasts too long. so you substitute styling, which is a commercial swindle to produce artificial obscelescence. mass production couldn't sell it's goods next year, unless it made what it sold this year look unfashionable a year from now.
we have the whitest kitchens and the most shining bathrooms in the world. but in the loveley kitchen the average person can't produce a meal fit to eat, and the lovely shining bathroom, is mostly a receptacle for deodorants, laxatives, sleeping pills, and the products of that confidence racket called the beauty industry. we make the finest packages in the world, the stuff inside is mostly junk.  
raymond chandler/the big sleep 1953

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