High Fidelity
“Would you,” she asked, then paused, “make a cassette tape from my Gene Harris CD, so I can play it in my car?”
“Oh No! That’s just wrong. No.”
“Ok. Then I’ll do it.”
“No you won’t. You’ll make hash of it. You won’t figure out the times, won’t start and stop in the right places. You’ll run it off the end.”
“Then you’ll do it for me?”
“No! That’s retrograde technology. Not only do you not want an iPod, now you want me to make you a cassette?”
“OK. You can buy me a new car. Mustang. Red. Convertible.”
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