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Fahrenheit 451

Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary…. When books are replaced with Kindles and Nooks, and content resides on the cloud. It is relatively easy to delete certain works at the whim of the haughty and proud. If libraries falter, wither and die The poor will lose access to the printed word. Ten percent of the market will quickly dry up and the price of a book gets absurd. Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary. The pleasure we had in turning each page as our minds raced ahead to the end. Short battery life never hindered our quest when Dick, Jane and Spot were our friends. A storm on the Sun bringing ionized rays and digital files are undone. and force us to search yellow crumbling pages for rumors of Kipling and Donne. Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary. Was Bradbury right? Should we all memorize the words born of our favorite pen? Imagine reciting Shakespeare’s Hamlet by heart so that silence won’t win in the end.
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john-f-mccullagh
63 / M / American
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Dec 23, 2011
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