“Have ye seen the devil boxes?”

“Aye! What evil conjured up those traps?!”

“Traps! What a fitting description that!”

“Cuz they are traps! They trap one’s soul!”

“Aye that they do. I pity the youngins’ glued to them boxes. Lured by the devil himself while their souls and minds rot…”

“Quite right, pity that.”

“And what of this ethereal web carrying knowledge? Surely you see good in that?”

“Good? What good comes from letting your mind rest while magic does your thinking?”

“It is quite convenient…”

“Rubbish! Convenience is the devils lure, and pretty soon our children will scant know how to add and subtract!”

“By god! You’re right! It just now dawned on me how quickly I resort to…”

“To?”

“Er…never you mind.”