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In Praise of Parchment and Mahogany Bookshelves.

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There must be a debate raging in certain circles of the benefits of the electronic E-Reader versus the printed page.

I do not class myself as old-fashioned, computer illiterate or even a luddite but I have this aversion to the thought of reading say Henry Fielding or even Dickens on a LCD screen, give me a hard backed book or even a paperback any day.

The whole experience of selecting, handling and may I be so bold as to mention aroma is in my opinion of a higher sphere of indulgence and pleasure than sitting down with a plastic coated liquid crystal formatted script.

I know this is not in any way a full debate on the pros and cons and I am sure there are benefits for and against both, perhaps the best that can be hoped is that they can live together and we are spared the headlines that the end of the book as we know it is imminent.

Perish the thought, would it be too much to add if that was the case the inevitable would be the end of civilization.


 

The Mysteries of Udolpho and A Modern Banking Principal.

Oxburgh Hall

Oxburgh Hall, Oxburgh Village, Norfolk, England

It is not that I have been procrastinating but my defence is that I have been immersed in the gothic world or should that be domain of Mrs Radcliffe.

I have left our heroine Emily and her Aunt‚ Madame Montoni in the power of the villain of the piece who is holding them in his castle with no ready means of escape. Monsieur Valancourt is with his army comrades and is unaware that Emily is being repressed and that Montoni’s intentions are less than honourable.

It is therefore with an element of regret that I have had to close the pages of this 18th century masterpiece but it is more by necessity than willingness to live in the real world.

We have been having trouble contacting our bank, it appears that everything in this 21st century has to be done through a call centre and the old-fashioned idea of speaking to your branch direct seems to be a thing of the past. Why is it that if call centres are peopled (politically correct terminology) that you have to select numbers on your phone on the instructions of a machine before ever hearing the dulcet tones of a homosappine stating that for training purposes this call my be recorded.

I am sure this is not an original rant as I can not be the only one in this enlightened age that has an aversion to automated services, canned music and call centres whither they are in a far continent or based in the homeland.

In the end the archaic concept of meeting face to face at the branch, although time-consuming did solve the problem and provided a certain amount of experience to return to the ghostly apparitions in the castle of  Udolpho when returning to the enthralling pages of  Mrs Ann Radcliffe.