Says Gates in his characteristic computerspeak: I was a hard-core technoid.

“Molly?” Lena said. “You sound out of breath. Are you okay?” … “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, Lena. Just buffing the muffin. …”

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, / Here earth and water ſeem to ſtrive again ; / Not Chaos-like together cruſh’d and bruis’d, / But, as the world, harmoniouſly confus’d : / Where order in variety we ſee, / And where, tho’ all things differ, all agree.

Earnestness should not be allowed to lead to boreism—too much insistence is distasteful.