I have yet to post about my love for books. The problem lies not in my lack of words on the subject but rather in the overabundance of them. I can't seem to find the time to write out a comprehensive description of why I love them. For my papers this term I have been writing a lot about the destruction of books (a topic suggested by a fellow bibliophile). The history of book burning and the systematic destruction of books is fascinating (so much so that I get carried away by reading as the hours pass by in a flash leaving me with less time to write my paper and more books added to my reading list). Suffice to say I should be writing for school at this moment and not on here so I will leave you with a quote I just came across and enjoyed:
"Of all man's instruments, the most astonishing is, without any doubt, the book. The others are extensions of his body. The microscope, the telescope, are extensions of his eyes; the telephone an extension of his voice; then we have the plow and the sword, extensions of his arm. But the book is something else; the book is an extension of memory and imagination"
~Jorge Luis Borges
