And another one from the same site that I’ll just …

And another one from the same site that I’ll just give to you here:

Afternoon of a Biblioparadisiac by David Mitchell

Melted to incandescence by

The aroma of fresh ink,

Yielding stiffness

Of fine paper,

Elegant lines of the font

Of eternal renewal:

We are bound by language

As by other tyrants,

Although the torture

Remains far sweeter, even

In memory.


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