Stephenson Family Ties The Barn Burnt Down
And Now I See The Moon
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat,
 flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark
 pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the
 voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for
 thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is
 speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly
 to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions,
 binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who
 never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time,
 proof that humans can work magic. — Carl Sagan 

William Verpanck Birney

Guy Rose

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