The eternal access of print, even should Erasmus have to
trudge through May rain to find those eternal pages, the fortune of a library
door open. The excessive promise of e-books, curiosity replicas of engaging
originals displayed under glass, pages zooming at fingertip, excess his eye
still must train on, an e-word at a time. The evident universes of E, emissions
of confessions more than all-seeing eye can entertain, ever likely to end as
sootballs through neglect. Erasmus, his head of epsilons, ecstatic to see
cloth-paper with words there in Utrecht mud walk: more education, errantry,
exhaustion downloaded, unlocked, forwarded.
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