For those of us who love the physical feel of our books, this news from Peter Schramm, President of the Ashbrook Center, represents the end of the world. He has gone over to the dark side. (BTW, Clarence mentioned below is his car. It seems that the only place he can smoke his cigars is in Clarence.)
My Kindle I finally decided to get a Kindle.
Been playing with the idea for a while, but hesitated out of love and
prejudice. Love to handle my books, like their smell and touch, don?t
mind falling asleep with one on my chest. And I am possessive, my copy
of Yeats is mine, and if someone gives me another, I can?t find
anything. You know the problem. And yet, I can have all of Shakespeare,
Aristotle, Lincoln, and the Bible for about ten bucks total (!) forever
at my beck and call (never mind subscribing to newspapers, buying new
books for circa ten bucks apiece). Anyway, got it yesterday, played
with all evening and I like it. Read the WaPo and the WSJ in Clarence
this morning while smoking. One of the first things I read on the
Kindle (which you can dog-ear) is Yeats? For Anne Gregory.
Posted by Peter Schramm
