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March 18, 2004

Simple Pleasures: No2

The acrid, almost sick-like, smell that uniquely identifies the binding of each book the first time it is opened, accompanied by the first rough run of your fingers down the just-cut pages - the teases of a world of knowledge or imagination waiting to happen.

Posted by Tom Dolan at March 18, 2004 11:04 PM

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