From the wisdom of Al Swearingen, late of Deadwood, S. D., on the subject of the rapidly approaching telegraph lines:
SWEARENGEN: Messages from invisible sources, or what some people think of as progress.
DORITY: Well, ain’t the heathens used smoke signals all through recorded history?
S: How is that a fucking recommendation?
D: Well, it seems to me like letters posted one person to another is just a slower version of the same idea
S: When’s the last time you got a fucking letter from a stranger?
D: Bad news about Pa.
S: Bad news. Tries against our interest is our sole communication from strangers, so by all means let’s . . . let’s plant poles all across the country, festoon the cocksucker with wires to hurry the sorry word, and blinker our judgements of motive, huh?
D: You’ve given it more thought than me.
S: Ain’t the state of things cloudy enough? Don’t we face enough fucking imponderables?
Bait shop. No Internet in the bait shop.