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It's been nearly 35 years now since I left my parents' home at 19 and entered into a life without television. In all the time I have never had a tv in any place I've —1 called home.

I have read more than 2,000 books, seen more than 1,000 movies, spent 5,000 hours in conversation with some 10,000 people, spent thousands of hours in public service to my community, traveled to 18 countries and learned bits — and snatches of 15 languages.

I am less inclined to talk in sitcom cliches, less likely to mention brand names, and less likely to be afraid to go outside at night. I know far more about world events, speak better English, know more of my neighbors, have more — opinions about everything, and am more inclined to help a stranger in need.

You will probably laugh a little at that list, but there is a clear relationship between the amount of tv viewing one does and all of the qualities I've described. After all, being the audience for a tv is a passive act; scientists told the Los Angeles Times that on average, a child watching television slips into the passive brain state within 30 seconds of beginning to watch television. Most adults I know seem to start out that way.

For me, watching television is an exercise in observation; I am aware of camera angles, staae-settina. editing and message-shaping more than of what tv tries to sell me; indeed, it doesn't take much to become a sophisticated tv viewer — all you have to do is turn it off for a while to see how empty and manipulative it is when you turn it on again.

That unreality was never more painfully real than the time I watched Mike Wallace recap key moments of the '70s during a New Year's Eve broadcast. The most powerful of the images was of the terrorists at the 1972 Munich Olympic Games. I re-experienced the horror of the murders of the Israeli athletes growing more deeply involved in the story with every passing second.

With no warning, a Miller Beer commercial suddenly blared onto the screen, and it was as though a fully-loaded garbage truck had plowed into my gut. I almost vomited with the shock _ and sense of violation.

Admittedly, I have spent a few great moments in front of the tube. Live [laiv] coverage of the Detroit riots in 1966, the assassination of Lee Harvey Oswald by Jack Ruby in 1963, and the end of President Reagan's first State of the Union address might qualify, though.

Each of those events, I would note, was broadcast live, free of commercial interruption. But I suspect that television executives would decide whether to show Jack Ruby's act today. That's another problem with tv: It's carefully controlled and information is fed to Americans by just a few huge corporations, and thev seem unable to understand it.

April 23-29 is National TV-Turnoff Week, and I urge everyone who wants to see another world in this lifetime — namely, this L one — to join those of us who have learned how to live in it.

the wall seemed to quaver under the film of sliding warm water. Eckels felt his eyelids blink over his stare, and the sign burned in his memory darkness: TIME SAFARI, INC SAFARIS TO ANY YEAR IN THE PAST. YOU NAME THE ANIMAL. WE TAKE YOU THERE. YOU SHOOT IT. The muscles around his mouth formed a smile as he put his hand slowly out into the air, and in his hand waved a cheque for ten thousand dollars to the man behind the desk. "Does this safari guarantee I come back alive?" "We guarantee nothing," said the official, "except the dinosaurs." He turned "This is Mr Travis, your Safari Guide in the Past. He'll tell you what and where to shoot. If he says no shooting, no shooting. If you disobey instructions, there's another stiff penalty of another thousand dollars, plus government action,upon your return." "Hell and damn," Eckels breathed. "A real Time Machine." He shook his head. "Makes you think. If the election had gone badly yesterday, I might be here now running away from the results. Thank God Keithwon. He'll make a fine President of the United States." "Yes," said the man behind the desk. "We're lucky. If Deutscherhad gotten in, we'd have the worst kind of dictatorship. There's an anti-everythingman for you, a militarist, anti-Christ, anti-human, anti-intellectual.People called us up, you know, joking. Said if Deutscher became President they wanted to go live in 1492.Of course it's not our business to conduct Escapes, but to form Safaris. Anyway, Keith's President now. All you got to worry about now is - " "Shooting my dinosaur," Eckels finished it for him. "A Tyrannosaurus Rex. The Thunder Lizard, the damnest monster in history. --Sign this release. Anything happens to you, we're not responsible.Those dinosaurs are hungry." The Machine slowed; its scream fell to a murmur. The Machine stopped. The sun stopped in the sky. The fog that had enveloped the machine blew away and they were in an old time, a very old time indeed, three hunters and two Safari Heads with their blue metal guns across their knees. "That" - Mr Travis pointed - "is the jungle of sixty million two thousand and fifty-five years before President Keith." He indicated a metal path that struck off the jungle into green wilderness, over steaming swamp, among giant ferns and palms.

In the room where Mr Small. Dr Foam and Mrs Bulmer were talking to the children, there were some really old people. Mr Small went up to one of them. "I see that you're a very old man." he said.
"Yes. I am. I'm 90." the old man replied.
"Could you give the children here some advice about a balanced diet and a healthy lifestyle?" Mr Small asked.
"Sure. Follow my example. Don't smoke, don't drink, don't eat too much sugar or fat and drink lots of water."
At that moment Dr Foam found another old man. who looked older than the first one. He was sitting in a wheelchair, but his eyes were merry and bright.
"How old are you, sir?" Dr Foam asked.
"I'm ninety-five." the man replied.
"Can you tell us why you have lived so long?" Doctor Foam asked.
"It's easy. I always do exercise, and I don't smoke or drink. I spend a lot of time in the open air and I'm a vegetarian." Just then Mrs Bulmer decided to join in the conversation. She saw a very, very old man in the corner of the room. He had no teeth or hair and he couldn't see or hear very well, so she had to come very close to him. The children followed her.
"May 1 ask you a couple of questions, sir," she shouted.
"Yes." the old man whispered.
"Why have you lived so long, sir?" Mrs Bulmer asked.
"I don't know." the man replied.
"Tell us about your lifestyle," Mrs Bulmer continued.
"OK, then. I smoke thirty cigarettes a day and drink a bottle of whisky every day. Sometimes I also have two bottles of beer. I never eat vegetables or fruit and I live on chocolate and cakes."
"How old are you, sir?" Mr Bulmer exclaimed.
"I'm forty." the "old" man replied.
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В комнате, где г-н Малый. Д-р Пена и миссис Балмер разговаривали с детьми, было несколько очень старых людей. Г-н Малый подошел к одному из них. "Я вижу, что вы очень старый человек. " сказал он.
"Да. Я. Я 90." Старик ответил.