Saturday April 19th 2014 Tim
Sartre, who was a kind of odd guy, has an essay
in which he compares libraries to graveyards. More accurately perhaps,
it might be that he is putting himself in the shoes of a critic when he
compares libraries to graveyards. But, which ever way you want to think
of what it was Sartre was saying, it's a neat idea.
A book, once written is dead.
It sort of sits there with all its words, bumbling up on each other. Each
one probably a little disgruntled because there is no chance, nor will there
ever be a chance for a particular word to sit somewhere else, get a new
perspective, add nuance or greater cogency to the meaning of this or that