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Best summary I've seen:
"But what interests you? Is it brand identity, like Think Different — or sensory design, or ease of use — are you a switcher — not that kind — is it a lack of Windows malware and viruses, or is it price — why Mac?"
She turned her head from the object of desire, looking at me as if I was crazy, a strange effect coming from someone with a silver spike through their septum — and then I knew her. I had seen her before. She was a blond then, and she held a sledgehammer instead of an iPod Shuffle, but the pitch of her voice carried the same weight and force as when it shattered the image of some other guy in glasses droning about the Unification of Thoughts and the Road Ahead.
"I like it, so why not Mac?"
Indeed.
4:03:44 PM