You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God...
Sa Sandrom .. mada vec je tu bilo svasta ... Nadam se da ce sledeci put biti vise i da cemo prevazici moralnu barijeru i prepustiti se strasti koja plamti vec jako dugo medju nama.