These covers are gorgeous.
I’m a graduate student earning my master’s in library science, and everyone asks me, “Why are you doing that? Libraries are going extinct because of e-readers!” Obviously, I don’t agree, but I’m curious - what’s your opinion on libraries today and in the future, and do you own an e-reader?I have a Kindle somewhere, but I have no idea where it is any more. On the other hand, I know where the Kindle apps are on my phone, tablet, iPad and Macbook Air, which makes knowing where the actual Kindle is irrelevant.
Let’s see… we’re entering an age of too much information, in which knowledge and information retrieval and navigation are going to be some of the most important skills you can possibly possess. You are being trained in library science, which is knowledge and information categorisation, management and retrieval. And someone wants to know if your job is going to be extinct because we may not have as many places with lots of paper books any longer?
I think libraries are more vital now than they have ever been. And whatever form books take in the centuries and millennia to come, we will always need librarians.
For all of us who spent our childhoods discovering new worlds with Antoine de Saint-Exupery‘s Little Prince, there’s a little more to be uncovered yet. According to an APreport, draft pages of Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s The Little Prince “that may shed new, political insight on the classic book” have been discovered in a private collection in Paris, and are set to go up for auction next week.
“The first page contains a piece of text that’s partly retained in chapter 19 of the published work,” AP reports. “But the second leaf of the work is completely original. The little prince arrives on Earth and meets the first person on the planet, a completely new character, who’s described as an ‘ambassador of the human spirit.’ This ‘ambassador’ is almost too busy to speak to his inquisitive interlocutor, saying he’s looking, in vain, for a missing six-letter word. The meaning of this is not immediately clear.”
A closeup of the pages. Photo credit: Remy de la MauviniereHowever, according to 20th century manuscript expert (and “Saint-Exupery enthusiast”) Olivier Devers, “He was a dreamer, he dealt with the war by floating up and dreaming. The six-letter word the ‘ambassador’ is looking for but can’t find has a humanist meaning. If you look at the context, you see that the word he can’t find is ‘guerre,’ (or ‘war’). It’s even more powerful because he doesn’t say it.”
[via Moby Lives, Flavorwire]
"Henry’s interest in maps is well documented, and it prepared the ground for the eventual mapping of England in the late sixteenth century. The King owned many maps, most of them kept rolled up in cupboards and drawers in his chambers and libraries, as well as mapmaking tools, “a globe of paper,” and “a map made like a screen,” indicating that Henry himself was something of a cartographer. Elaborate maps hung on the walls of the royal palaces and were used in court entertainments or for political strategy. In 1527, a Venetian mapmaker, Girolamo Verrazano, presented the King with a world map which was later hung in his gallery at Whitehall, along with thirty-four other maps, and there were maps of England, Scotland, Wales, and Normandy in the gallery at Hampton Court."
Alison Weir, Henry VIII: King and Court
"Esk, of course, had not been trained, and it is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing that what you’re attempting can’t be done. A person ignorant of the possibility of failure can be a halfbrick in the path of the bicycle of history."
Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites
(Source: aliveinquotes, via fuckyeahdiscworld)
"We think, in some ways, we have done this our whole lives, searching for the book that will give us the keys to ourselves, let us into a wholly formed personality as though it were a furnished room to let. As though we could walk in and look around and say to the gray-haired landlady behind us, ‘We’ll take it.’"
The Weird Sisters, Eleanor Brown
(Source: dontbedefeatistdear, via teachingliteracy)
"I reached out my hand; England’s rivers turned and flowed the other way;
I reached out my hand; my enemies’s blood stopt in their veins;
I reached out my hand; thought and memory flew out of my enemies’ heads like a flock of starlings;
My enemies crumpled like empty sacks.
I came to them out of mists and rain;
I came to them in dreams at midnight;
I came to them in a flock of ravens that filled the northern sky at dawn;
When they thought themselves safe I came to them in a cry that broke the silence of a winter wood.
The rain made a door for me and I went through it;
The stones made a throne for me and I sat upon it;
Three kingdoms were given to me to be mine forever;
England was given to me to be mine forever.
The nameless slave wore a silver crown;
The nameless slave was a king in a strange country.
The weapons that my enemies raised against me are venerated in Hell as holy relics;
Plans that my enemies raised against me are preserved as holy texts;
Blood that I shed upon ancient battlefields is scraped from the stained earth by Hell’s sacristans and placed in a vessel of silver and ivory.
I gave magic to England, a valuable inheritance
But Englishmen have despised my gift
Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it;
Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills but their minds shall not be able to contain it;
In winter the barren trees shall be a black writing but they shall not understand it.
Two magicians shall appear in England.
The first shall fear me; the second shall long to behold me;
The first shall be governed by thieves and murderers; the second shall conspire at his own destruction;
The first shall bury his heart in a dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache;
The second shall see his dearest possession in his enemy’s hand.
The first shall pass his life alone; he shall be his own gaoler;
The second shall tread lonely roads, the storm above his head, seeking a dark tower upon a high hillside.
I sit upon a black throne in the shadows but they shall not see me.
The rain shall make a door for me and I shall pass through it;
The stones shall make a throne for me and I shall sit upon it.
The nameless slave shall wear a silver crown,
The nameless slave shall be a king in a strange country."
Susanna Clarke, The Prophecy of John Uskglass
"There was always someone who understood—it was just that so very often they were dead, and in a book."
A Company of Swans, Eva Ibbotson
(Source: kampfmude, via quirkbooks)
Abandoned monastery library : (explore ) by andre govia. on Flickr.
Tramite Flickr:
This vast monastery was set in the woods of a small town , the buildings went on for ever lots of fine floors and rooms.
Part of the European Trespassers Tour 2012 . On tour with rustysphotography’s,Oldskool , Niki Feijen ,daanoe.nl , Marin Widlund , Anreas S and silent witnesses. Great times and crew and great friends .