You didn't have to read it, did you?
Just because somebody wrote it doesn't mean that we have to read it, does it?
So it's there in cyberspace, lodged somewhere to the left of somebody's eulogy
to his two dearly missed cats that were inexplicably run over on the street, a
bit north of the page posted by a frequent flyer telling us which seats are preferable
on all the different planes he's flown. So what. There are billions of pages out
there, and nobody expects any of us to read them all. But most of us have an ever-growing
list of books that we'd still like to read, a list of movies which we never got
around to seeing. I feel an urge to at least glance at as many personal web sites
as possible. Sometimes, after all, there are true pearls hidden there.
Go to: A clear and ever-present danger, or
Go to: The (ir)relevance of hypertext