The one who searches and destroys

I skimmed Will Self’s essay “The Fate of Our Literary Culture Is Sealed.” Here’s what I picked up:

tossed from wave to wave of language as we relapse into the wordsea

no forensic or analytic account of reading can do justice to the strange interplay between levels of reality we apprehend when we

or the street map of Dublin

the reader strives to see in them, see through them, and to discern the connections between them

what it might be like to not have to read deeply at all

finding in digital readin...