Date: Wed, 22 Jan 1997 12:24
From: Roger
Subject: The thing itself
"His own pleasure, he had always found,
Was in the thing itself,
The weight of it in his hands,
The smell of new ink and leather
(Like rotting leaves intermixed with evergreen),
Its simple volume,
And the emptiness it displaced."
Maybe technology will ultimately address these concerns. Perhaps someone will invent an electronic book. I envision a book whose pages are blank. You insert a cartridge and the pages become filled with text.
Also, there is the possibility of "virtual reading."
But I'm with you guys: I love books.