"I've seen a girl sitting among musical pandemonium with a book open on her knees and her little finger entwined with that of her true love's. Of course, she was not really listening, not really reading, and not communicating with her friend in any way that required effort or style. It would be hard to say whether it was the jukebox that caused the death of human speech or whether music came to fill an already widening void but unless the music is stopped now, the human race, mumbling, snapping its fingers and twitching its hips will sink back into an amoebic state where it will take a coagulation of hundreds of teenagers to make up a single unit of vital force, which, once formed, will only live on sedatives, consume itself on the terraces of football stadia and die."