When somebody mentions “a few books on the little table in
the music room,” this is what comes to my mind:
When I read an old book, I can imagine the reader in a
previous era who spent some time with eyes and fingers on the same pages. I
guess that reader didn’t think of the book as a time traveler, or of me as a
kindred spirit taking similar enjoyment and learning from the author’s work.
A 100-year-old book has so much more connective energy than
a 100-year-old milk bottle or a 100-year-old chair. An old book smells better,
too.
In about 92 years, a 100-year-old book is going to have so
much more connective energy than a 100-year-old Kindle. Better smell, too.
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