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Maybe The Kindle Was The Bowflex Of Bookishness: Something Expensive That, When You Commit To It, Forces You To Do More Of Whatever It Is You Think You Should Be Doing More Of.

Wikipedia Is Just An Incredible Thing. It Is Fact-encirclingly Huge, And It Is Idiosyncratic, Careful, Messy, Funny, Shocking And Full Of Simmering Controversies - And It Is Free, And It Is Fast.

I Am Closer To The Pacifist Side, In That I Think That The British Response To German Aggression, Which Was To Try To Starve The Continent Into A State Of Revolt And To Terrorize German Civilians With Bombing Raids, Was Part Of The Total Catastrophe.

I Think I Am Done With Wikipedia For The Time Being. But I Have A Secret Hope. Someone Recently Proposed A Wikimorgue - A Bin Of Broken Dreams Where All Rejects Could Still Be Read, As Long As They Weren't Libelous Or Otherwise Illegal.

One's Head Is Finite. You Pour More And More Things Into It - Surnames, Chronologies, Affiliations - And It Packs Them Away In Its Tunnels, And Eventually You Find That You Have A Book About Something That You Publish.