Ah books, our compendiums of printed symbolism stuffed safely under the stairs; hoarded for peace of mind, or as piece of mind, eh. These fusions of composition and publication do when euphuistically scorched almost hurt, despite being inert, don't they. But if cut, they do not bleed :-). One wonders if Gutenberg revelled in the authority and materiality that the printed word purveys. As the addictions to, and even casual preoccupation with this historic medium wane though, it's interesting to see this quasi-anchoret culture scurry in free fall to grasp their reading-glasses and rocking chair from where they viewed the world. Anyway, pardon me, by all means read on and I'll look on.