5/5 Vino D. 4 years ago on Google
Lermentov,
Heller,
Marquis
de
Sade
-
to
utter
their
names
is
to
speak
volumes,
tomes,
compendiums,
and
all
the
other
items
you
are
likely
to
find
in
this
red
walk-in.
How
can
a
creaky
door,
of
long
ago
forged
wrought
iron,
conjure
such
revery?
As
computerisation
gradually
saps
the
life
out
of
us,
with
the
promise
of
one
day
finishing
the
job;
there,
on
the
pages
of
an
ageing
book,
harks
the
recount
of
better
days.
That
is
to
say,
days
when
romance
wore
a
more
identifiable
face.
The
ethos,
that
lies
somewhere
behind
this
phone
box,
is
one
of
generosity
and
trust.
Typically,
those
interested
in
theft,
care
not
for
books.
And
those
interested
in
books,
care
not
for
theft.
Wait...
slow
down...
let’s
not
get
sociopolitical.
Staying
on
point,
the
progenitors,
in
their
literary
wisdom,
knew
this.
And
so
it
was,
that
what
may
have
been
a
somewhat
twee
and
optimistic
idea
has
translated
into
a
roaring
success.
The
reprobates,
in
their
virtue,
relieve
them
selves
elsewhere,
in
full
knowledge
of
the
harm
they
may
do
the
books.
The
intelligentsia
make
hay,
even
as
the
sun
sets.
Perhaps,
when
night
finally
falls,
an
iphone
may
be
trivially
used
as
a
torch.
And
lo,
a
young
member
of
the
public
rifles
through
the
catalogue,
in
the
hope
of
accessing
the
innocent
imaginings
of
a
bygone
scholar.
Let
us
hope.
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