Some Passions Can Never Be Tamed

Please forgive me for claiming old age in the paragraph below, I am an old soul at heart. I also think my nostalgia is being influenced by my recent reading of Cormac McCarthy's "All The Pretty Horses".

I saw on John Green's twitter that Encyclopedia Britannica will no longer be printing volumes of their encyclopedia, due mainly to internet competition. you can read an article about it here:
http://money.cnn.com/2012/03/13/technology/encyclopedia-britannica-books/?hpt=hp_t2

After hearing the news, I found myself conflicted and full of that dangerous fondness for the past. Is it strange that I want a volume now, and that a small part of me hopes for a future in which the gearwheels of electronic media come to a rust-filled, grinding halt. Is it wrong to hope for collapse? I feel assured of my nostalgia, and that it is a sign of my aging, when the word "newfangled" no longer slides to the front of my brain as a funny word, used half-ironically because of its quirkiness, but that now it feels right. And it feels right to hold a book in your hand, looking at it, knowing where it came from and how it might have been made. I don't know what happens to country, but I know there's none of it for old men.

G-unit