Speed, it seems to me, provides the one genuinely modern pleasure.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Speed provides the one genuinely modern pleasure.
Speed is a great asset; but it's greater when it's combined with quickness - and there's a big difference.
I've always liked speed. I own a car that I shouldn't be talking about because I'm an environmentalist, but the 1955 Porsche Spyder 550 RS is the finest sports car ever made.
My speed is my greatest asset.
'In Praise of Slowness' chronicles the global trend towards deceleration that has come to be known as the Slow Movement. Don't worry, though: it is not a Luddite rant. I love speed. Going fast can be fun, liberating and productive. The problem is that our hunger for speed, for cramming more and more into less and less time, has gone too far.
Speed is scarcely the noblest virtue of graphic composition, but it has its curious rewards. There is a sense of getting somewhere fast, which satisfies a native American urge.
As I've been able to once again gain the benefits of speed work, I'm enjoying my running more and more.
I enjoy high-speed about-turns in thought.
I'm trying to look at many, many things in modern life that I believe are going faster, and I'm trying to look at why they're going faster and what effect they have on us. We all know about FedEx and instant pudding, but it doesn't mean we've looked at all the consequences of our desire for speed.
To me, speed is really about convenience.