The Murky Twilight World Between the Pages of the Promiscuous Reader

I'm feeling enervated and neurasthenic tonight, so I'm just going to paste in this little piece I wrote for the student paper back in the 90s. It's a sort of Promiscuous Reader's Manifesto.[Wealthy 19th-century bibliophiles] were people who also enjoyed the smell of fine leather, the feel of rich papers, the colors of lustrous inks and the look of clean, crisp type.--"Savoring Literary Treasures