The Infinite Advertisement
The Connecticut suburbs of 1955 were the kind of places that existed inside advertisements. White picket fences, green lawns, mothers in aprons waving from porches, fathers in fedoras walking to trains that carried them to offices where they sold things to people who bought things they did not need. Roger Harrington stood on the sidewalk outside the Harrington advertising agency and watched the...
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