‘Dost that hear my horse’s feet, as he canters away?
Property! Property! Property! that’s what they seem to say!’
Do you hear my Rolls Royce purr, as it glides away?
—I lick the cream off property! that’s what it seems to say!
“Of all man’s instruments, the most wondrous, no doubt, is the book. The other instruments are extensions of his body. The microscope, the telescope, are extensions of his sight; the telephone is the extension of his voice; then we have the plow and the sword, extensions of the arm. But the book is something else altogether: the book is an extension of memory and imagination.”
Jorge Luis Borges