The fear of being "dotcommed” was a powerful catalyst creating a reactionary environment.

[W]e are Fellovves ſtill, / Seruing alike in ſorrovv: […]

“There’s a poem I like,” Harry said. “By Robert Graves. About cats. Cats, he says, make their point by walking round it. It’s all right for cats. For humans, as you say—weaselly. Why don’t they come out with it?”

All the rest do mostwhat far amiss.