Marx was an author. He’d probably be more amazed by the Internet.
“Wait, so anybody in the world can read my book using that magic rectangle? How much advance notice do you need to provide? None? You can just open up any page, any chapter instantly? And you can do it from anywhere? And it’s not just my book? It’s Kant’s books too? Hegel’s? And providing access to these books is so cheap that it’s not even worth charging for? And you can do this with any book ever written? Oh, only old books. New books are copyrighted and expensive. Artificial scarcity. Riiiiiight, capitalism. Did you know I wrote a book on that? You can read it on that magic rectangle of yours for free.”
Marx was an author. He’d probably be more amazed by the Internet.
“Wait, so anybody in the world can read my book using that magic rectangle? How much advance notice do you need to provide? None? You can just open up any page, any chapter instantly? And you can do it from anywhere? And it’s not just my book? It’s Kant’s books too? Hegel’s? And providing access to these books is so cheap that it’s not even worth charging for? And you can do this with any book ever written? Oh, only old books. New books are copyrighted and expensive. Artificial scarcity. Riiiiiight, capitalism. Did you know I wrote a book on that? You can read it on that magic rectangle of yours for free.”