How exciting, JSTOR, so much, so present, so inviting, so tangible, yet so out of reach.

It's like the gods performed a miracle by creating a repository for all human knowledge, completed a worldwide network that allows everyone access that repository in as many copies as needed via a small versatile device in every pocket, and shared the repository and invited everyone to partake of its bounty; even the smallest person can stand on the shoulders of giants, all the lifting is done, all has been paid for, everything is in its proper place and order for instant, universal access; then at the very last moment, the invitee clicks on the link to receive the promise of this enormous gift to posterity and... ...DENIED! Please go somewhere else and get permission.

And in this case, what will we ask for permission to read? An interview with an author famous for his nightmare dystopian visions of a future of information control.

Ouroboros