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Bibliopath ping!
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Are Hillary's Billing Records in there?..........
Amazon link here.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1400062977/102-8245456-8906562
"At the time of Caliph Omar's invasion of Egypt, the Arab officer on duty in the destruction of the library of Alexandria used two stamps with which he marked the books. One said: 'Does not agree with the Koran heretic, must be burned'. The other said: 'Agrees with the Koran superfluous, must be burned'." Nils Kjaer.
bttt
While I was searching for just the appropriate picture for my ping, I came across the most fascinating and repellent website.
Consider http://www.vaidilute.com. It's really slick, and extremely well-written to boot. It purports to be the work of a preternaturally intelligent (and comely) teenager named Gabriella. She's well-read, she's eloquent, she's accomplished...and oh, yes, a Nazi. I don't mean a Bush supporter or a Buchananite paleocon; I mean a Jew-hating, America-hating, white-power spouting...Oregonian.
The relevance to this thread is that she has a really nice page about preserving and disseminating books, to save them for future generations. The emphasis is on preventing a Fahrenheit-451-style future. It's inspiring stuff...until you catch the hints about how the Nazis got a bad rap over book-burning, and how the Diary of Anne Frank was fiction, anyway.
>shudder<
The classical literature we have from the Greeks is mind-spinning. The accounts of what we have lost from the Greeks is numbing.
How much was lost in burning the libraries for the Roman baths!!! The horror...the horror.
"Where Random House hopes to find an audience for this book is beyond me."
Reviews that include phrases of this type often lead to the sale of more books than those reviews that lavish praise.
What I call the slippery screwdriver effect, after the famous commercials by Andy Granatelli hawking his corn syrup consistency super lubricant, STP.
In the commercial he would dip a screwdriver in regular motor oil and grasp it by the tip of the flat blade and hold it firmly, dip an identical driver in the STP can and drop it each time despite his best efforts to hold it tight.
Millions of macho weekend mechanics rushed to their local parts stores to buy a can of this mysterious goo just to prove that they were stronger, smarter or somehow more adept at handling slick stuff than the paunchy, aging Andy.
Nobody cared if a drop ever reached the inside of a crankcase.