… I remember pulling out volumes to read as a kid just so I could learn something new and random. Whether it was HIR.-IND. or KAO.-LIN., you always had something good to say. You sat on the shelves of my childhood home, packed with all sorts of knowledge that proved to have no practical role in my everyday life, but was useful nonetheless, as all knowledge is.
I sought you out when I had nothing to read. I sought you out when I had something to read, but I wanted to read something else. I sought you out when I wanted to know something just for the sake of knowing it. I sought you out to smell the deep wisdom of your pages.
Ah, Encyclopedia. The news early this year that you will no longer be published in print editions was inevitable, if not overdue, and since I don’t own a single set, I have no wiggle room to bemoan the fact that you will no longer line heavy bookshelves. But I remember you well. Times are always changing, and that’s a good thing; so instead of flipping through your well-organized alphabetical tabs, I will type in the search engine and wait three seconds for the knowledge.
But it’s not quite the same.