You bibliophiles! I was in the car with Marcus the other day and he cried out when I nearly put a wrinkle in the spine of his... paperback. His paperback, for sloth's sake. What is this strange almost puritanical obsession with perfection and cleanliness?1

I, on the other hand, carried my O'Brian tome with me out into the wind and the storm last night - it got beaten and whipped around but still I held it close and finished the chapter, eager for more. I assure you, that book knows it is loved. (I beat the loving into my books).

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1 Hee-hee.