They say that the routes to immortality are having a child, planting a tree, and writing a book. There used to be just tree books. Now there are eBooks: electronic literature floating in the ether of cyberspace, only sometimes to alight like a butterfly on a page printing out on a printer in some far off country—or next door. Fleeting, then captured.
I used to lug 10 or more tree books with me on weekends and vacations. Now I download them to my iPhone and throw the phone into my purse. I can’t wait to do the same with the iPad. On them, I will have a library as big as some public libraries. Small but big.
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