Saturday 15 October 2011

Just For Thought...

As a stalwart reader of printed books, I'm left to wonder what will happen to the wide, slow silty river of their history, to the countless volumes waiting now in the abandoned silence of library stacks. Stacks: The word itself connects books to the harvest, to corn and hay. They were always earthbound. Smell the must, feel the brittle, browning pages between your thumb and forefinger. The tears, the cracked spines, the stains and folds. Even if we readers forget them, printed books will hold us in their memory.


- Jane Bronx, Illuminating Texts

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