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The Buzz


          One humid summer evening, a little past sunset, a swarm of gnats
        assembled in the air outside a country house. A radio broadcast came
        through an open kitchen window and added to the vibrations of the
        insect cloud. It was background noise to the important business of
        establishing  the  bugs’  population  density,  but  suddenly  a  sentence
        caught their attention.
          “Of course, the young people of today have the attention span of a
        gnat.”
          The swarm’s crepuscular buzzing changed pitch.
          “Did you hear that, Gned?” Gnolan was one of the first to react.
        “I’ve never been so insulted in my life!”
          “Ah, don’t get your antennae in a knot. They’ve got all the time in
        the world. Take a good look at their spans: bridges to nowhere, most
        of them. I’ll bet that big authority doesn’t even know the difference
        between speed and velocity, or time and interval.”
          “I’ll say. I doubt if they could spend relatively as long as we do to
        listen to one of their empty utterances. And another thing: what are
        they busy doing with their fancy knowledge?”
          Gnelson joined the conversation. “Ha! I know where you’re going
        with that one: they are on a path to become just like us. Their goal is
        to communicate with each other and their machines faster and faster,
        until they are almost as fast as us. Whoever made that fatuous remark
        probably  intended  it  as  criticism,  and  simply  revealed  a  chasm  of
        ignorance about that younger generation.”
          “Nevertheless,” said Gnolan indignantly, “I feel rather hurt. Isn’t it
        enough they come out here and spray us with poison any time they
        feel like it? Makes me gnash my mouth parts.”
          “Let’s go back to that lame analogy, ‘span.’” Gned was intent on
        making his point. “The distance between ignorance and knowledge is
        not to be judged on its length. Over-elaboration is a waste of time,
        and  the  signal-to-noise  ratio  means  longer  is  not  better.  It  is  an
        admission of failure on their part if children cannot remain attentive
        from one end of a tortuous and pompous explanation to the other.”
          “Indeed,” chimed in Gnick. “They cannot have it both ways: the
        gatekeepers  of  old-fashioned  communication  are  missing  what  is


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