Book: Hour bookstore Mr. Penumbra

My favorite books - akin to the open cities where you can wander any of the paths.

The world is only a mosaic of different crazy sects, each with their secret dungeons, their archives, their laws.

Didn't know people your age still read books - says the Penumbra.
He raises an eyebrow. - I was under the impression that everyone is reading from mobile phones.
- Not all. There are a lot of people, you know, those who still like the smell of books.
- The smell! - repeats the Penumbra. - When you talk about the smell, consider it a tobacco.

If you need to save a message for the ages, how to achieve this? Carve it in stone? Cut on gold? Or you can compose a message so powerful that people will not be able to pass it on to future generations? Maybe build it on the basis of religion, to use human souls? Maybe, for example, to establish a secret society?

In our time, the phone brings only bad news. All these "you are overdue student loan" or "your uncle Chris got to the hospital." Something cool or exciting, like an invitation to a party or in a secret project, comes via the Internet.

Lonely delirious in the dark, wondering how to proceed to the calculation of the circumference of the Earth. No idea. Probably better to Google.

It seems an eternity since that day, I went to school, and a techno-social era has passed since then, as I moved to San Francisco. Then still could not access the Internet from your phone.

Neal pulls noisy nose, and I know exactly what it means.
It means: "all my life I had to go through the secret door disguised as a bookshelf".

Muttered steers the richest pirate library. Writes complex codes for hacking TSSOP**; builds complex machines, copying text from paper books. Work it in Amazon, would be probably rich. Instead, he hacked Potteriana who was considered invincible, and laid out all seven volumes on his website for free horse racing - with some amendments. So if you want to read "Harry Potter" for free, will have to endure slipped mention of a young sorcerer named Bhurchandi, classmate of Harry Potter's Hogwarts.
Well, it's not so bad: this Burchardia there are several excellent replicas.

Bought e-readers? I have this, and I normally use on duty. And every time try to pretend that books staring from the shelves and whisper, "Traitor!"