"In the heart of every notary lies the moldy remains of a poet"
Gustave Flaubert "Madame Bovary"
This is a diary that was specifically inspired by a brief dialogue I had with Limelite after I responded to the diary Do you 'Lendle' which was the introduction of what is perhaps the next logical step to the digitization of books and stories, and the ability to read them on an e-book. Since literature is seemingly reduced to 'files' and these files, as most of us are aware, can easily morph between devices and users, it seems inevitable that they will be shared, copied, edited, posted, and beaten into whatever shape the end user chooses. It will be fun, maybe to contemplate what the authors think about all this