For a long period of time books were very rare and because of such confines only some “esoteric” people could afford them. And you know what? Books always have some notes of mysticism. Just remember that special atmosphere of solitude in the library or in the old book-store, it seemed that imponderable scent of rational identity is in the air...  The unique smell of old and new pages, soft cover and so on. Yeah, they are worth our admiring. But...