Whatever the merits of the film 84 Charing
Cross Road, I still say that the degree of
connection achievable with a person through the written word alone is greatly
limited.
I remember the first time I talked with Zoe on Skype. We had
been corresponding by e-mail for a while, but the moment I heard her voice, the
level of connection shot upwards dramatically. The needle that had been skating
around the surface of my skin was suddenly plunged deep into a vein. And there
is ultimately no substitute for eye contact and the reading of body language to take it further still.
I have known a couple of exceptions to the general rule,
however. Those were the people with whom the connection was already set, and
the written word merely a reminder of it.
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