It is a mistake to think that books have come to stay. The human race did without them for thousands of years and may decide to do without them again.
“He stood beneath the white tower, and looked up at it with that mournful expression which his face always carried in repose: for one moment he thought of climbing up its cracked and broken stone, and then from its summit screaming down at the silent city as a child might scream at a chained animal.”
Peter Ackroyd | Hawksmoor