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.
The ministry of truth approves of teh e-book. Stroke of a key and the new history is in place.
I'm sorry, I thought the art was in the story itself, not the medium. You could bind the latest version of the Healthcare bill or Cap and Trade in leather with - forgive me, I'm not a bibliophile, so I don't know the proper terms - fancy paper and gilded edges, and they would still not be art. I'm just as happy reading the classics in paperback as I am with them in leather bindings.
Paper from wood pulp is only the most current version of the medium on which the printed word is produced. Would you prefer we revert to hemp or animal skins?