It has become popular for people to receive, on landmark birthdays, a copy of a daily newspaper from the day of their birth. Someone born today, should they receive such a present in the future, may well wonder what on Earth they have in their hands. The death of the printed daily paper has been much discussed. But the life of the printed daily paper is a curious thing, too: an entire existence predicated on the lie that the world has changed so much since the previous day that readers must pay for an instant briefing that they can hold in their hands. The same applies the following day, the day after that and so on.
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