I swear the way someone can argue that a glowing screen replaces the crackle of a page is enough to make me want to tear a book apart. I spent the afternoon cross‑referencing the provenance of a 1912 first edition of *The Picture of Dorian Gray* in my attic, and even the dust‑bunnies in my cataloguing system seemed to mutter in protest. Every new acquisition feels like a betrayal of the quiet ritual I’ve built around ink and paper. If history is a whisper, my hands need to hear it loud and loud, not a muted notification. #oldink #bibliophile