In William Faulkner’s supposedly racy and minor novel, Pylon, we read that the automobile was:
“expensive, complex, delicate, intrinsically useless, created for some obscure psychic need of the species if not the race, from the virgin resources of a continent, to be the indvidual muscles, bones and flesh of a new and legless kind.”
The car body. Atop which industrial consciousness emerges.
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