Oh for a book and a shady nook ...

When I'm at home I don't have access to the vast piles of reference material stowed in our University Library, and I'm glad when I'm able to look something with the browser but - I prefer the old printed books in my small library, inherited from generations. Every touch of the marvelous bindings and the clean pages makes my heart jump, and with some books I smell the oriental tobacco my beloved grandfather smoked.

To avoid loosing most important notes due to an electronic desaster I still write on clean sheets with an undestructable ink - not with a fountain pen or a biro, but with a quill. These are the simple joys of life.