But it's fair to say that both technology and capitalism — which, remember, between them brought us much if not most of whatever progress we've made as a species over the last two centuries — are now being blamed in tandem for economic stagnation, inequality, and unfairness across the developing world.
In the face of endless statistics showing the rapid decline of whatever illusory semblance of progress blacks imagined, such signs of progress have almost evaporated in less than a decade.
"In the short run, it makes lots of progress in whatever direction it happened to be going.
Russia remained unbowed and its Western rivals challenged it more aggressively, erasing most of whatever hope remained for diplomatic progress.
The real problem is not concentrations of Muslims or non-whites, but of bad schools that impede progress and rampant criminality that means people are periodically relieved of whatever they have been able to amass.
If the topic comes up, set aside another time to discuss some important matters ("oh, interesting stuff, a sort of discussion over coffee or such, about what you and I think about today's issues... ways of seeing success and progress in whatever we do... No. Not selling. Not buying or investing money, no. Let's have a talk and some good discussion, okay? No, not a debate").
He then goes on to say that the last thing Petraeus believes is that "settlements had to be stopped or that Israel is to blame for the lack of progress in negotiations". Whatever.
"We have had double digit earnings growth in the past and we are confident of re suming our progress whatever the economic climate".
The Earth sciences, however, were slow to develop largely because the progress of science was constrained by whatever society would tolerate or support at any one time.
There is, perhaps, the taint of doomed self-love in the way Hill adores the "autumn crocus with its saffron fuse" or the "stark storm-severed head / of a sunflower blazing in mire of hail"; but, whatever the progress of psychology, few readers would trade the drenched phrasings of Hill's backlit scenery for his brooding on obscure theologians.
