Think there's a lot to be laid at the Internet's door, but mostly it's just people. Wouldn't be awful content if it didn't appeal. Hate clicks not a thing were that not human nature. Conversely some people rule. I think there's probably a way out...
One of my favourite compare and contrasts was I had a bottle of that in Harrogate, glass came, no dramas. Train back to Liverpool, wander into the Ship and Mitre, same drink, £10 deposit required for the glass.
The Young Turks period of the early eighties did more to throttle the development of the novel as an artistic medium (in English) than pretty much any period before or since.
Yeah, you get a sense. I always know when one of my trainee chefs is starting to get up to scratch when their internal timer starts to work, sound, hearing, smell, all part of it.
