"You stare into my eyes each night at your devotions and my sense of time becomes your own, a thousand sofa-sunken evenings fused to one, lit by a mesmer fire of crackling cellophane irradiance.
You sit at night there on the couch beside your partner, yet have only eyes for me.
You listen to my voice in rapt attention, yet grow bored or easily distracted when your loved one speaks.
And when at last you part indifferent to each other, who will you resort to in those lonely, post conjugal evenings if not me?
I am the only pure and true relationship that you will ever know."
Alan Moore on the power of television in "Light of Thy Countenance"
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