But then I'm one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't like telephones.
I stay away from the telephone if at all possible.
I don't even have voice mail or answering machines anymore. I hate the phone, and I don't want to call anybody back. If I go to hell, it will be a small closet with a telephone in it, and I will be doomed and destined for eternity to return phone calls.
At a music hall, I'll get upset if someone coughs or if someone's cellphone goes off.
I've suffered from all of the hang-ups known, and none is as bad as the telephone.
I can't sit around and wait for the telephone to ring.
For a while, even in the house of good friends for dinner or for cocktails, they would really be upset. They thought I had single-handedly destroyed the best phone service in the world.
I hate cellphones. They are not for good, they're for evil. They're for gossip.
There's nothing in the world more silent than the telephone the morning after everybody pans your play. It won't ring from room service; your mother won't be calling you. If the phone has not rung by 8 in the morning, you're dead.
I never was for telephones. Just don't like them, that's all. Anybody wants to talk to you, they can come to see you.