So I'm of the belief that one of the finest things in life is a well loved book. A book with yellowed pages and a weathered spine, clear water/tea/coffee damage... That comes with time.
Usually you have to get those books firsthand and weather them down to that point yourself, or possibly find it at a library sale or a garage sale.
But occasionally. Occasionally someone will see you reading a book and say "I have something for you" before handing you something so rare, so important.
A book. A book with bent corners and crinkled pages from getting wet one too many times. A book that has creases in the spine and the cover from where its been bent over and over again.
That kind of book is special. The kind of book that has been loved and been passed along with intention, not just happenstance, a knowledge that the one being gifted it will love it just as much.
Those kinds of books mean something.
Why does the third of the three brothers, who shares his food with the old woman in the wood, go on to become king of the country? Why does James Bond manage to disarm the nuclear bomb a few seconds before it goes off rather than, as it were, a few seconds afterwards? Because a universe where that did not happen would be a dark and hostile place. Let there be goblin hordes, let there be terrible environmental threats, let there be giant mutated slugs if you really must, but let there also be hope. It may be a grim, thin hope, an Arthurian sword at sunset, but let us know that we do not live in vain.
Terry Pratchett, “Let There Be Dragons” (A Slip of the Keyboard)
i feel prime has invested too much into gomens rk cancel s3 even w neil gaiman being a shit person…
i just hope that terry’s sorry can be finished and then we can pretend gaiman was a figment of our imagination bc i saw on twt another victim cam foreword this weekend and i havent seen anything ab it.
i hate the thought of terry’s legacy could be tainted by gaiman :(