Some books are lies frae end to end,
And some great lies were never penn’d.
– Robert Burns ‘Death and Doctor Hornbook: A True Story’, from Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Edinburgh edition, 1787.
What is past is prologue.
– Zadie Smith White Teeth, 2000
So it begins…the beginning of the end of Minus Plato.
And by way of a Prologue, I will have him turn to the past, to 1787 to be precise.
The reason why this year in particular, will become clear tomorrow.
But for now here are some photographs of books, inside and out, some of which I haunt and others I do not.
Yet.
