Puh-lease stop trying to sell me a Kindle. Don't you realize that the synergy, no-- the magic, that occurs between flesh and paper is too salient to ever be replaced by a piece of plastic and a tangle of wires? I cannot dog ear a Kindle, nor fit it in my back pocket. I cannot inhale the scent of its decades old paper, nor run my fingers along its jagged edges. I cannot pick the glue off its binding, nor bring it in the bath tub. Cannot. Will not. Do not want.
fortune from last night's meal