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In the fifties, everyone knew what the American businessman looked like. He was crewcut and wore a grey‐flannel suit. At board‐room meetings he invariably addressed his colleagues by their initials, which tacitly conceded the lack of personality accompanying the surrender of his soul to the corporation. The organization man was a breathing version of an interchangeable part.

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