What did they say to the scribners when movable type was introduced? Or, to the lithographers when copiers were made? Or, to the radio stars when videos were made?
I notice there isn't much call for buggy whips these days, either.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy books, and will read books until I can no longer read. I also enjoy the Kindle. Both will have a place in this world for a time to come.
Another art bites the dust, but hey, that's progress.
And in our rush to be even more insubstantial than we already are another touchstone is erased, thread by thread; the memory hole expands.
This is not progess my FRiend, but a loss of something precious, brought about by a betrayer.