“Nothing lasts. Our frail idea of self morphs and shape-shifts, then becomes a line on a death certificate and a few family anecdotes. (...) What if the layers of societal self were burnt away, could some idea of our individuality live on in a book, if that book was written in, even cut and pasted with thoughts and cuttings?” LifeDeathReadingLiteratureBooksImmortality Book:The Bookseller's Tale Source: The Bookseller's Tale