Now, I'm as appreciative as the next obsessive-compulsive recovering-academic of the vast riches of material becoming available online, thanks to all those Google scanners crouched in the basements of libraries around the world, madly feeding books through their machines. I download obscure tomes onto my iPad and give thanks to the dual gods Gates and Jobs, singing hymns to all the lesser pantheon of geniuses. But there's nothing like a book.

Using insult instead of argument is the sign of a small mind.

Holmes, I'm a 24 year old prude.

The hand of bone and sinew and flesh achieves its immortality in taking up a pen. The hand on a page wields a greater power than the fleshly hand ever could in life.

You cannot help being a female, and I should be something of a fool were I to discount your talents merely because of their housing.

Eccentricty had flowered into madness.

I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head.