More and More, But Less and Less

His eyes met Isabel's, and he seemed to hesitate. There was recognition, but no recognition. We have met one another before, thought Isabel, and we both understand that. But we do not know who the other is, which speaks eloquently, she thought, of the way we live now, knowing more and more, but less and less. -Isabel Dalhousie, "The Comforts of a Muddy Saturday," Alexander McCall Smith