Dan Simmons...Data itself... was tolerable. It was the constant nerve-web-expanding pain of context that would kill him.
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In "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao," by Junot Diaz, a character named Oscar describes data itself - or data itself - was tolerable. It was the constant nerve-web-expanding pain of context that would kill him. What he meant by this is that people can easily get sucked into the world of data, looking at details and focusing on what they want to see. They do so with such intensity, however, that it causes them to miss what is important and ignore exactly what they want to see.
Source: Olympos
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