An ode to books.

I still prefer to consume sentences the old-fashioned and nongreen way, on the pulped carcasses of trees that have had their throats slit.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/18/sunday-review/the-way-we-read-now.html?_r=1&pagewanted=all%3Fsrc%3Dtp&smid=fb-share&fb_source=message

You can’t read an e-book in the tub. You can’t fling one across the room, aiming, as Mark Twain liked to do, at a cat. And e-books will not furnish a room.

Writing in The Times in 1991, Anna Quindlen declared, “I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.”

 

Beautiful.

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