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It’s where they filmed the opening scene of Ghostbusters. So…
Libraries are a good idea, aren’t they? Free books for people, that’s a good idea. If literacy is the route out of poverty then libraries are like the Little Chefs dotted along the way. Except instead of selling inedible mass-produced crap they lend inedible literature. Including mass-produced crap by the likes of Stephanie Meyer and Dan Brown. But they’re good, libraries. They’re like massive depositories of fact and fiction. Like Reddit.
The first ever library was founded back in 1988, when a guy stole a book from another guy and then felt bad and gave it back. The guy whose book got stole liked the idea and started up a network of so-called Steal/No-Steal Book Borrow Emporiums. That man was J Edgar Library, and his network of Steal/No-Steal Book Borrow Emporiums became so associated with the great man that in time they took on his name, becoming known as J Edgars. After he died and his copyright lapsed they became known generically as Libraries – quite coincidentally, as no one noticed that was his surname.[Citation needed]
As good as libraries are for empowering Dickensian chimney sweeps, literating modern-day illiterates, and unisolating socially isolated people, it’s from an environmental Butterfly perspective that we turn our gaze upon them. Get this: Dan Brown inexplicably sold about 80 million copies of The Da Vinci Code, which means about 80 million copies have been printed, all as bad as each other. That’s a lot of paper, all of which used to be a lot of trees sucking up a lot of carbon dioxide. If even half the people who bought and binned copies had instead gone to their local libraries… they still wouldn’t have read it yet. That’d be a hell of a waiting list, 40 million people. But it would have saved a load of paper. You know what I’m saying.
Borrow books that already exist instead of having new ones made for you all the time. And apologies for those first three paragraphs. They wasted your time as well as mine. Could’ve done this one in a tweet.
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