The dead have been awakened — shall I sleep? The worlds at war with tyrants — shall I crouch? the harvests ripe — and shall I pause to reap? I slumber not; the thorn is in my couch; Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear, its echo in my heart. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron
The speed of communication, the speed of information transfer, the cheapness of communication, the ease of moving things around the world are a difference in kind as well as degree. – Paul A. Volcker