The hullabaloo over e-readers has brought back a luscious memory of cycling (or attempting to cycle; it was wetter than the bottom of the sea) in Wales, sleeping in hostels and B&Bs. I had a paperback copy of T. H. White’s The Once and Future King. Before I turned out the light each night, I tore off the pages I had just read and dropped them in the waste bin.
And pedaled on, lighter.
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WORLD-BUILDING and WILDERNESS: 
This is delightful. I won’t forget this one.
In fact I love all your “conversations.”
Phillis
Thank you, Phyllis! Nice to see you here.