Last Saturday I bought an external hard drive to use for computer back-ups. The young salesman (this is the kind of purchase I don’t attempt unaided) explained that I could get a terabyte of data storage for very little more than the cost of eleventy-twelve gigabytes, so I bought that.
A terabyte. I heard “a terrabyte” – the whole world contained in something that looks like a cigarette case. Bigger than a grain of sand, but all the same . . .
Only it’s not “terra” but “tera” – so a monster byte. Or a monster bite. Fee, fi, fo, fum . . . the fairytale magic of computers.