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Why would you trust hundreds of books to the memory of some gadget that could be destroyed with a hard knock? Real books were solid, Part of the beauty was the way they endured the rough-and-tumble years, how their smell evolved, the changing texture of their pages as the aged. Like every organic thing, books matured and decayed, on roughly the same journey as the people who read them.

James W. Hall
Dead Last
Copyright 2012
Reston, Virginia, USA
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