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As he worked Horace contemplated the
coming telephonic revolution.
Soon gentlefolk not much richer than himself would be able
to make up to three telephone calls per week.
Just imagine. From the comfort of their own homes they could
order extra coal to be delivered when the weather took a
turn.
Rather than trudge through the snow to church the whole
family could gather around the phone on a Sunday morning and
worship telephonically.
Why, they could even call the local butcher to slaughter and
skin a lamb for Sunday dinner.
Could life get any better?
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