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He [Narcissus] had adapted to his extension of himself and had become a closed system… the point of this myth is the fact that men at once become fascinated by any extension of themselves in any material other than themselves.
—McLuhan, Understanding Media (1964!)
McLuhan on air travel (via Evgeny Morozov) October 18, 1966 Dear Howard:
Eric and I got to process your Destination Syndrome a bit last night. One key to that Syndrome is hope.
Unlike the car and train passenger, the air traveller is a prisoner of hope. He has much need for visual security. Like the movie, the plane is a sort of magic carpet that excerpts us from the ordinary relations of time and space and the plane suspends us parenthetically in a kind of interval.
For the blind the interval is a kind of orientation. For the sighted the interval is auditory. Flight as interval is therefore non-tactile. We are out of touch. We live in hope. Flying time is an interval cut out of visual space and clock-time.
The plane as a new environment creates a new archetypal time and space that is somewhat akin to TV in that it acts as a sort of bridge to the world of spirit, i.e. those who go up in plane are grace-hopers.
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