Nietzsche, "The Birth of Tragedy"
What were you thinking of, overweening Euripides, when you hoped to press myth, then in its last agony, into your service? It died under your violent hands; but you could easily put in its place an imitation that, like Heracles' monkey, would trick itself out in the master's robes. And even as myth, music too died under your hands; though you plundered greedily all the gardens of music, you could achieve no more than a counterfeit. And because you had deserted Dionysus, you were in turn deserted by Apollo. Though you hunted all the passions up from their couch and conjured them into your circle, though you pointed and burnished a sophistic dialectic for the speeches of your heroes, they have only counterfeit passions and speak counterfeit speeches.
Is the internet all about perpetuating "counterfeit" emotions, much like television and MSM media, so as to distract us from the possibility of contemplating lives "better" spent, not simply as the "consumers" of Hollywood produced faux Euripidean emotionality?