Are we not threatened with a flood of information? And is this not the
monstrousness of it, that it crushes beauty by means of beauty, and
annihilates truth by means of truth? For the sound of a million
Shakespeares would produce the very same furious din and hubbub as the
sound of a herd of prairie buffalo or sea billows. Such vastly
multiplied content in collision brings no credit to thought, but
rather its destruction. When faced with such a fate, is not Silence
alone the redeeming Ark of the Covenant between the Creator and the
Reader, since the Creator gains merit by refraining from spinning out
just any old content, and the Reader gains it by praising such
manifest self-denial?
-- Stanislaw Lem, Imaginary Magnitude (1981) p 3