Assuming the layout is farfetched, it is mere to the concave repertoire. The severed of all traditions famed both love and hate opposed such freedoms, conceding a specious greed and queuing an already auspicious generation.
A spurious fortune kneaded a frivolous donor, edentulous of friction so named of shame. A new religion summoned fresh etiquette while enhancing a peopled disillusionment. Every face glowed in worship, as it was beyond their understanding and so revered as essential.
Voluminous anticipation ultimately squired ambition, while rearing imagination into a conducive engagement. Impartial surveillance roused an unenlightened confidence, until it became common formality to appease the mean of granting exemptions. For those intending to acclaim good will inadvertently rivaled personal intervention.
Balance un-forewarned, confrontation became our common anxiety. Physical segregation became encouraged everywhere: self check-out, on-line ordering, e-mail, etc..
Convenience, the virtual conveyance, and our proctor beyond ordinary decree, has alerted our presumption unto a velvet divan sat for divorce. Yet it cannot be argued faultlessly, for it is creative progress lured from tradition.
Those virtuosos responsible for so many comforts are made from the same stuff as Then. And who Now will serve us better than ourselves, Tomorrow? It is the score of progress.
