PeniG
Justified & Ancient
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Well, Mr. Radio, if I had that dream I know what it would mean. I get that feeling any time I go into a discount book store or library sale when my chemistry isn't quite right. I see all those stacks and stacks of books, written with so much labor, published with so much hope, containing so much that is good and laudable and necessary, going for next to nothing and making their authors no money, and I think - "What the heck am I thinking trying to make my living this way?" There's so little of me - so many of them - what does anybody need one more book by one more middle-class white woman for? I saw The Tale of Despereaux in a 75% off venue less than a year after it won the Newbery, fercryinoutloud!
For someone who reads books rather than attempts to write them for profit, I would expect such imagery to be more of an outcry along the lines of "So many books - so little time!" The necessity of making selections when so much is to be had can be soul-crushing, especially in consideration of all the time that necessarily must be spent doing other things than reading!
Or it could be a random cross-referencing in your brain between the movie in question and books as familiar oblong-shaped objects that are arranged in crowded towers higher than your head. This is especially likely if you use one of those libraries with the central light shaft and the mezzanine floors, so that you can stand by the circulation desk and see books rising into the sky above you. (Like in the film of The Music Man.)
For someone who reads books rather than attempts to write them for profit, I would expect such imagery to be more of an outcry along the lines of "So many books - so little time!" The necessity of making selections when so much is to be had can be soul-crushing, especially in consideration of all the time that necessarily must be spent doing other things than reading!
Or it could be a random cross-referencing in your brain between the movie in question and books as familiar oblong-shaped objects that are arranged in crowded towers higher than your head. This is especially likely if you use one of those libraries with the central light shaft and the mezzanine floors, so that you can stand by the circulation desk and see books rising into the sky above you. (Like in the film of The Music Man.)