This library, located in the Sakya Monastery in Tibet, houses an astonishing collection of 84,000 previously hidden manuscripts spanning more than a millennium of human history. It was discovered hidden behind a massive wall measuring 60 meters long and 10 meters high.
The world’s fastest reader says that e-readers are not ideal for retention:
He could be right. I don’t remember much from the ebooks I’ve read.
what are the contents of those manuscripts, though?
Would it be a surprise if it’s just a blank rolled papers? There’s a lot of hoax in history and even in so called science.
“One’s own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid. Death is the only exorcism.”
Finished the Black Company series. Pulpy, a nice alternative to the flightiness and grandeur of fantasy. The subject matter was a bit grim for my taste, and I would not say that I enjoyed it.
Nothing on deck at the moment. I’m waiting for Vandermeer’s fourth entry in the Southern Reach series to hit paperback. I might fill the gap with another Tim Powers book since I enjoyed Declare.
A chicken walks into a library, goes up to the desk and says “buk”.
So the librarian gives the chicken a book. The chicken walks outside with the book and comes back 5 minutes later without the book.
“Buk, buk” says the chicken again, so the librarian gives it another book, it walks outside and returns with no book.
“Buk, buk” it says, and the same thing repeats a few more times.
Eventually the librarian decides to investigate what the chicken is doing with all the books, so they follow the chicken outside.
The chicken walks up to the edge of a pond, and tosses the book to a frog sitting on a lilly pad, surrounded by all the other books the librarian gave the chicken.
“Buk, buk.” Says the chicken.
The frog responds, “reddit, reddit.”
I don’t think so. There’s always a chance that the ink in the scrolls have evaporated over time, making it appear blank.
Decided to reread Starship Trooper By Robert Heinlein. After that I am looking at reading The Ship Who Sang By Anne McCaffrey. I haven’t read either in a very long time.
Now that sounds like something a Frostpacker would say after a crate of beer.
To be frank the Frospacker wouldn’t need any beer for that.