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Monday 5 August 2002 |
Perhaps the books I was noticing this weekend were in fact old faithfuls that had become dogeared during many years of faithful service.
Not that I dogear my books, mind you. But dragging your favorites all over the place and reading yourself to sleep tends to be hard on a book.
Not to mention your awareness the next day, with the light shining in your (admittedly closed) eyes all night.
7:09:32 PM 
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Actually, what disturbed me about the books strewn by the way was a connection I had made between this behavior and my own I had made over the weekend.
I remember that as a child I had been very careful with my books, except when I fell asleep with them and rolled over them and such. This weekend, I was looking at several books of mine and how ill-treated they were. Now that I have disposable income and much of that is going towards acquiring books, maybe I don’t think of books as precious anymore, just as commodities to be used and trashed.
I hope I have not grown so callous. Have I?
1:57:23 PM
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Got out of Edison late today, and traffic on Route One was no help.
Four times across about forty miles I saw one or two paperback books scattered on the left hand margins of the road. Maybe six books in all. I found this to be disturbing, if not quite outrageous.
10:40:12 AM
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